Well, I never knew you could paint.

It's beautiful--for an amateur." She said this firmly and yet endearingly, and met his eyes with her eyes.

It was her tactful method of politely causing him to see that she had not accepted last night's yarn very seriously.

His eyes fell, not hers.
"No, no, no!" he expostulated with quick vivacity, as she stepped towards the canvas.

"Don't come any nearer.