"You know that I will not forget you.

You know that I could not, if I would.

Do you think that I have been so engrossed with my brushes and canvas that I have been unconscious of you?
What is that painted thing beside your own beautiful self?
Do you think that because I must turn myself into a machine to make a photograph of your beauty, I am insensible to its charm?
I am not a machine.

I am a man; as you are a woman; and I--" She checked him suddenly--stepping aside with a quick movement, and the words, "Hush, some one is coming." The artist, too, heard voices, just without the door.
Mrs.Taine moved swiftly across the room toward her wrap.

Aaron King, going to his easel, drew the velvet curtain to hide the picture..