'Movement is drawing in the real sense of the word. If they would only
teach you to draw by the movement.'

He continued to correct Mildred's drawing for some time. When he laid
down the charcoal, he said:

'How hot it is here! I wonder how you can bear it.'

'Yes, the heat is dreadful. I'm too exhausted to do much work.
Supposing we go out.'

They went downstairs and some way along the Passage des Panoramas
without speaking. At last Mildred said:

'Are you going to be in Paris for long?'

'No, I'm going back at once, perhaps to-morrow. You know I've a lot of
work on hand. I'm getting on, luck has turned. I've sold several
pictures. I must get back.'

'Why, to-morrow?--it was hardly worth while coming for so short a
time.'

'I only came to see you. You know I couldn't--you know--I mean that I
felt that I must see you.'

Mildred looked up, it was an affectionate glance; and she swung her
parasol in a way that recalled their walks in the Green Park. They
passed out of the _passage_ into the boulevard. As they crossed the