madonna with the yarnwinder painting
Mother and Child
My Sweet Rose painting
Naiade oil painting
He glanced at her and their eyes met, the reproach in his own belying his words. Then he drew his hand quite away from hers, and turned his face in estrangement from her to the window. Sue regarded him passively without moving. ¡¡¡¡ "I knew you would be angry!" she said with an air of no emotion whatever. "Very well--I am wrong, I suppose! I ought not to have let you come to see me! We had better not meet again; and we'll only correspond at long intervals, on purely business matters!" ¡¡¡¡ This was just the one thing he would not be able to bear, as she probably knew, and it brought him round at once. "Oh yes, we will," he said quickly. "Your being engaged can make no difference to me whatever. I have a perfect right to see you when I want to; and I shall!" ¡¡¡¡ "Then don't let us talk of it any more. It is quite spoiling our evening together. What does it matter about what one is going to do two years hence!" ¡¡¡¡ She was something of a riddle to him, and he let the subject drift away. "Shall we go and sit in the cathedral?" he asked, when their meal was finished. ¡¡¡¡ "Cathedral? Yes. Though I think I'd rather sit in the railway station," she answered, a remnant of vexation still in her voice. "That's the centre of the town life now. The cathedral has had its day!" ¡¡¡¡ "How modern you are!"