He would make a sketch purely for his own satisfaction.

Under the circumstances Kendal realized perfectly that it could never be for exhibition, and indeed he felt a singular shrinking from the idea that any one should see it.

Finally, he gave a whole day to the thing, and made an admirable sketch.
After that Kendal felt free to make the most of his opportunities of seeing Elfrida--his irritation with her subsided, her blunder had been settled to his satisfaction.
He had an obscure idea of having inflicted discipline upon her in giving the incident form and color upon canvas, in arresting its grotesqueness and sounding its true _motif_ with a pictorial tongue.

It was his conception of the girl that he punished, and he let his fascinated speculation go out to her afterward at a redoubled rate.
She brought him sometimes to the verge of approval, to the edge of liking; arid when he found that he could not take the further step he told himself impatiently that it was not a case for anything so ordinary as approval, or anything so personal as liking; it was a matter of observation, enjoyment, stimulus.

He availed himself of these abstractions with a candor that was the more open for not being complicated with any less hardy motive.