If I can't paint you--a human, breathing _you_--with all of you there on the canvas--_all_ of you, soul, mind, and body--all of your beauty, your youth, your sadness, happiness--your errors, your nobility--_you_, Valerie!--then there's no telling what I'll do." She said nothing.

Presently she resumed the pose and he his painting.
It became very still in the sunny studio..