"I do not wish to sit for a portrait, Mr. Cunningham," the elder Miss Westcott informed him. "I will do so only to please my grandmother. But I do not want to hear any nonsense about capturing my essence, which is apparently what you did or tried to do with Mrs. Dance. You may paint what you see and be done with it." "Cam," her younger sister said reproachfully. "I am perfectly sure Mr. Cunningham knows what he is doing, Camille," her grandmother said. Miss Westcott looked at him accusingly, as though he were the one arguing with her. He wondered what she had been like as Lady Camille Westcott, when almost everyone would have been inferior and at her beck and call. She must have been a force to be reckoned with."