Fenwick heard an exclamation from Welby, and a murmured remark to Lord Findon; then Welby turned to the painter, his face aglow.
'I say, I do congratulate you! You _are_ making a success of it! The whole scheme's delightful.

You've got the head admirably.' 'I'm glad you like it,' said Fenwick, rather shortly, ready at once to suspect a note of patronage in the other's effusion.

Welby--a little checked--returned to the picture, studying it closely, and making a number of shrewd, or generous comments upon it, gradually quenched, however, by Fenwick's touchy or ungracious silence.

Of course the picture was good.

Fenwick wanted no one to tell him that.
Meanwhile, Lord Findon--though in Fenwick's studio he always behaved himself with a certain jauntiness, as a man should who has discovered a genius--was a little discontented.
'It's a fine thing, Eugenie,' he was saying to her, as he helped her put on her furs, 'but I'm not altogether satisfied.