She had let her fleeting glance rest on Neville for a second; had divined in a flash that he was enduring and not courting their examination of this picture; that, somehow, her accidental discovery of it had displeased him--was even paining him.
"Sandy," she said cheerfully, "come here and help me look over these sketches." "Any peaches among 'em ?" "Bushels." Cameron came with alacrity; Neville waited until Lily reluctantly resumed her seat; then he pushed back the easel, turned Valerie's portrait to the wall, and quietly resumed his painting.
Art in any form was powerless to retain Cameron's attention for very many consecutive minutes at a time; he grew restless, fussed about with portfolios for a little while longer, enlivening the tedium with characteristic observations.
"Well, I've got business down town," he exclaimed, with great pretence of regret.

"Come on, Stephanie; we'll go to the Exchange and start something.

Shall we?
Oh, anything--from a panic to a bull-market! I don't care; go as far as you like.

You may wreck a few railroads if you want to.

Only I've _got_ to go....