"Look out the window."
I looked out. It was a breezy day, with clouds disappearing behind the New Church tower.
"What color are those clouds?"
"Why, white, sir."
He raised his eyebrows slightly. "Are they?"
I glanced at them. "And grey. Perhaps it will snow."
"Come, Griet, you can do better than that. Think of your vegetables."
"My vegetables, sir?"
He moved his head slightly. I was annoying him again. My jaw tightened.
"Think of how you separated the whites. Your turnips and your onions — are they the same white?"
Suddenly I understood. "No. The turnip has green in it, the onion yellow."
"Exactly. Now, what colors do you see in the clouds?"
"There is some blue in them," I said after studying them for a few minutes. "And — yellow as well. And there is some green!" I became so excited I act... (查看原文)
"Take care to do what, sir?" I whispered.
"Take care to remain yourself."
I lifted my chin to him. "To remain a maid, sir?"
"That is not what I mean. The women in his paintings — he traps them in his world. You can get lost there." (查看原文)
The coat was still warm from him, and smelled of the way brick feels when it had been backed by the sun.
His hat pressed into hair the red of brick washed by rain. P5 (查看原文)
she was old and had been a part of the household for much longer, but his favoring me clearly carried more weight than her loyalty and experience. (查看原文)
