She would send no answer at all, leaving it to the shuttle of fate to weave the next strand in her life.
And a week later Maryon Rooke came down to take possession of his new domain.
"I can take six clear weeks now," he told Nan.

"That's better than my first plan of week-ending down here.

I have been working hard since you blew into my studio one good day, and now for six weeks I toil not, neither do I spin.

Unless." he added suddenly, "I paint a portrait of you while I'm here!" Nan glanced at him delightedly.
"I should love it.

Only you won't paint my soul, will you, Maryon, as you did Mrs.T.Van Decken's ?" His eyes narrowed a little.
"I don't know, Nan.