Her nephew was eloquent.

Well, well, thought the old lady, if interest in his pursuit makes a great painter, my dear nephew will be a great man.

During the course of the story Arthur paused several times, evidently lost in reverie--perhaps tracing the analogy.

When he ended there was a moment's silence.

Then Aunt Winnifred looked kindly at him, and said: "Well ?" "Well," said Arthur, as he uncurled his leg, and with a half sigh, as if it were pleasanter to tell old legends of love than to paint modern portraits.
"Is that the whole ?" "That is the whole." "Well; but Arthur, did she marry him after all ?" Arthur looked wistfully a moment at his aunt.
"Marry him! Bless you, no, Aunt Winnifred.