A painter's work is never ended.

It goes on with some after they are asleep; and then they go crazy," he added, and laughed and laid his hand lightly and unthinkingly over hers where it rested on the arm of her chair.

And he remained unaware of her delicate response to the contact.
The stars were clear and liquid-bright, swarming in myriads in the June sky.

A big meteor fell, leaving an incandescent arc which faded instantly.
"I wonder what time it is," Be said.
"You mustn't miss your train, must you ?" "No." ...

Suddenly it struck him that it would be one o'clock before he could get to the studio and call up Valerie.