"You know, that's rather--a colossal thing--to say of any one." "Then you are colossal," said Columbine, smiling more freely.
Knight turned aside, and picked up the sketch-book he had laid upon the table on entering.

"Are you sure you are not rash ?" he said, rather in the tone of one making a remark than asking a question.
"Fairly sure," said Columbine.
She followed him.

Perhaps he had foreseen that she would.

She stood by his side.
"May I see the latest ?" she asked.
He opened the book and showed her a blank page.

"That is the latest," he said.
She looked at him interrogatively.
"I am waiting for my--inspiration," he said.
"I hope you will find it soon," she said.
He answered her with steady conviction.