Louise laughed then. “I’ll not pretend because I very much enjoyed your prattling.” “It was prattling, wasn’t it? My parents tell me I talk too much, especially for an artist. Whatever that means. Heavens, I’m doing it again.” Louise only grinned. “Now, Henrietta Montalba. Tell me about your work. I’m fascinated by the tendrils you’ve created in the boy’s hair. So fine and detailed. Which chisel did you use?”
