there.” “Then I’ll come on here.” “Now, Rix, that isn’t square.” “Square? To whom?” “To me—to yourself—to that chap you’re engaged to.” [63]“Are you afraid of falling in love with me?” [63] “No—not in the least,” replied he, hasty and vigorous. “I don’t think of you at all in that way.” “You think you’ll hurt my vanity and make me angry.” “Nothing of the kind!” protested he crossly. “You simply can’t get it through your head that I don’t love you—that my life is settled along other lines.” “Then why shouldn’t I come?” His mouth opened to reply, closed again. His expression was foolish. She laughed. “You are vain!” she cried. “You think the more I see of you the more I’ll love you. Oh, Chang, Chang—what a peacock!” “You’ve got a positive genius for putting me in the wrong. You——” “Now, isn’t it sensible,” she interrupted, “for you to let me come—and get cured of my romantic nonsense, as you call it?” “I don’t need you any more. You only interrupt my work. And I’ve got a hard fight, making a career in this country. I——” “You know you do need me. The picture isn’t done.” “Why do you say that?” [64]“I saw it in your face when I first came and spoke about the picture.” [64]
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