by
Henry James
Mrs. Munden had not yet been to my studio on so good a pretext as when she first intimated that it would be quite open to me-should I only care, as she called it, to throw the handkerchief-to paint her beautiful sister-in-law. I needn't go here more than is essential into the question of Mrs. Munden, who would really, by the way, be a story in hers..