“Well, first I want to learn to draw,” he said.
“I’m so glad to hear you say that. People always want to do things in such a hurry. I never touched oils till I’d been here for two years, and look at the result.”
She gave a glance at the portrait of her mother, a sticky piece of painting that hung over the piano.
“And if I were you, I would be very careful about the people you get to know. I wouldn’t mix myself up with any foreigners. I’m very careful myself.”