"Why not?"
"I require too much."
"It's like your conceit!" said Miss Cardigan. "Now, what is it that you require? I would like to know; that is, if you know yourself. It appears that you have thought about it."
"I have thought, till I have got it all by heart," said Thorold. "The worst is, I shall never find it in this world."
"That's likely. Come, lad, paint your picture, and I'll tell you if I know where to look," said Miss Cardigan.
"And then you'll search for me?"
"I dinna ken if you deserve it," said Miss Cardigan.
"I don't deserve it, of course," said Thorold. "Well—I have painted the likeness a good many times. The first thing is a pair of eyes as deep and grey as our mountain lakes."
"I never heard that your Vermont lakes were grey," said Miss Cardigan.