moping about and neglecting his work, I was afraid that our movement might be done for before it had even started. And where did you find this goddess?â
âAt a bonnet shop, of all places. Sheâs really a wonder, though. Her friends are quite humble, Iâm sure, but she behaves like a real lady. And the thing of it is that she seems to have no idea what a beauty she is! One gets the feeling that sheâs been passed over for commoner girls before. Most men in London wouldnât know true beauty if it stepped off a Botticelli canvas and walked into Trafalgar Square. But sheâs charmed me, all right. She has grace and skill quite beyond her class.â
Hunt laughed. âIâm sure I know the sort.â
âYou may joke, Hunt, but you havenât seen her yet. The sketches turned out perfectly, but Iâm afraid that Iâve made a mess of painting her hair. The color is such a wonder, changing with the light, and paint doesnât seem to capture it. Sheâs coming again tomorrow. You really ought to see her.â
âHow could I resist?â asked Rossetti. âIâll come by tomorrow.â
âTomorrow?â Rossettiâs enthusiasm seemed to break through Deverellâs dreamy state, and he began to backpedal. âMaybe another day would be better. Iâm just in the thick of it now.â
But Deverellâs reluctance only fueled Rossettiâs interest. âI wonât be in the way at all. Iâll just have a look at the painting. Perhaps a fresh pair of eyes will help.â
âYou canât go tomorrow,â Hunt said. He looked at Rossettiâs nearly empty canvas. âWhat of your painting? Youâre not going to be finished in time to submit for the spring exhibitions. If we donât put in our best work, the Brotherhood will be thought of as a joke. I donât intend to have my career as a painter become a footnote to the Brotherhoodâs failure.â
âAll in good time, Hunt, all in good time,â Rossetti replied. âIf Deverellâs new muse is as beautiful as he says, perhaps I shall have some work for her myself.â
âBut only after Iâve finished my picture,â Deverell reminded him.
âOf course. Iâll just stop in for a moment. I wouldnât dream of interrupting your work.â
But it was clear that Rossetti was very much looking forward to getting out from under Huntâs watchful gaze, and the promise of a beautiful woman was a welcome excuse. Rossetti smiled broadly, but his two friends both frowned, each worried for his own reasons.
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Lizzie had only been sitting for Deverell for a few weeks, but even in this short time she had begun to change, at first in small waysâher accent growing a touch more refined to match Maryâs soft speech, her head held a little higher as she walked down her streetâand then the changes became more noticeable. If she had always possessed the necessary elements of beautyâa natural grace, a pale and lovely complexionâthey had, as yet, somehow failed to coalesce into true beauty. But Deverellâs admiring gaze acted like the sun upon a rosebud, and under its power Lizzieâs beauty bloomed.
Away from the shop, the color returned to her cheeks and her expression softened. She no longer blushed whenever Deverell looked at her. Instead, she learned to return his smiles, and then to look away at just the right moment to preserve her modesty. When they took a break from painting, she walked around the studio, striking elegant poses in the best light and glancing back over her shoulder to be sure that he was watching, which he always was. Though she told herself that his compliments were nothing more than kindness, there was a part of her that could not resist his flattery, and began to believe his words.
To Lizzieâs delight, Deverell became chattier as his picture progressed, and they spoke frequently of