The central figure was a girl, quite unfinished--in fact, barely sketched in.
Iris looked at everything with the interest which belongs to the new and unexpected.
Arnold began to show the pictures in the portfolios.

There were sketches of peasant life in Norway and on the Continent; there were landscapes, quaint old houses, and castles; there were ships and ports; and there were heads--hundreds of heads.
"I said you might be a great artist," said Iris.

"I am sure now that you will be if you choose." "Thank you, Iris.

It is the greatest compliment you could pay me." "And what is this ?" she was before the easel on which stood the unfinished picture.
"It is a scene from a novel.

But I cannot get the principal face.