"I don't like that woman.

She looks stupid." "I do like her," said Newman.

"Decidedly, I must have her, as large as life.

And just as stupid as she is there." The young girl fixed her eyes on him again, and with her mocking smile, "It certainly ought to be easy for me to make her look stupid!" she said.
"What do you mean ?" asked Newman, puzzled.
She gave another little shrug.

"Seriously, then, you want that portrait--the golden hair, the purple satin, the pearl necklace, the two magnificent arms ?" "Everything--just as it is." "Would nothing else do, instead ?" "Oh, I want some other things, but I want that too." Mademoiselle Noemie turned away a moment, walked to the other side of the hall, and stood there, looking vaguely about her.