I quite envy you both." The others had passed into the house.
"You are sometimes guilty of saying twisty things yourself, aren't you ?" returned the man; and, as he spoke, his remarkable eyes were fixed upon her as though reading her innermost thoughts.
She flushed under his meaning gaze, but carried it off gaily with--"Oh dear! I wonder if my maid has hooked me up properly, this time ?" They left Mr.Taine in an easy chair, with a bottle of his favorite whisky; and went over the place--from the arbor in the rose garden to Yee Kee's pantry--Mr.Rutlidge, critically and authoritatively approving; Louise, effervescing the same sugary nothings at every step; Mrs.Taine, with a pretty air of proprietorship; Conrad Lagrange, thoughtfully watching; and Aaron King, himself, irresponsibly gay and boyishly proud as he exhibited his achievements.
In the studio, Mrs.Taine--standing before the big easel--demanded to know of the artist, when he would begin her portrait--she was so interested, so eager to begin--how soon could she come?
Louise assumed a worshipful attitude, and, gazing at the young man with reverent eyes, waited breathlessly.

James Rutlidge drew near, condescendingly attentive, to the center of attraction.

Conrad Lagrange turned his back.
"Really," murmured the painter, "I hope you will not be too impatient, Mrs.Taine, I fear I cannot be ready for some time yet.

I suppose I must confess to being over-sensitive to my environment; for it is a fact that my working mood does not come upon me readily amid strange surroundings.
When I have become acclimated, as it were, I will be ready for you." "How wonderful!" breathed Louise.
"Quite right," agreed Mr.Rutlidge.
"Whenever you are ready," said Mrs.Taine, submissively.
When their friends from the Heights were gone, Conrad Lagrange looked the artist up and down, as he said with cutting sarcasm, "You did that very nicely.

Over-sensitive to your environment, hell! If you _are_ a bit fine strung, you have no business to make a _show_ of it.