“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.”
Philip thanked her for the suggestion, but it seemed to him odd. He did not know that he particularly wanted to be careful.