“I am going to paint you,” he stated firmly.
“You can paint me anytime, so do Mary-Lee first and perhaps she will pay you a very large fee.”
It suddenly struck her that Vincent would want to be paid for any picture he painted of her and that would be unnecessary expenditure.
It was definitely something they should not do with their precious money.
As if he knew what she was thinking, Vincent said,
“I want to paint you only for my own pleasure and, if you don’t accept the result as a gift, I will keep it myself and hang it in my flat.”
“I am trying to help you, Vincent, and if you paint Miss Vanderhart, it should give you great prestige as an artist.”
“I know exactly what you are saying to me, but I have already told you I want to paint you and thus no one else is of any significance
