"I don't see any flaws either. What's the point of critiquing if you can't paint?"
"Is the work of Mr. Stanley Hart also something that can be easily critiqued by someone who can't paint? What a shame."
"I think the master's painting, obviously, is perfect, what is this woman pretending to be so learned here?"
The words of the people around them were more harsh than the others.
Sara smiled and inwardly rejoiced, thinking, "Now Madeline has made a fool of herself."
"I haven't painted oil paintings before, can' I know how to do it now?" Madeline calmly looked at Sara and responded indifferently.
"Is it not something that can be learned overnight?" Sara added, "Besides, learning it is not the same as learning it finely."
"That's right, how can someone who has not learnt the art well be qualified to evaluate Mr. Stanley Hart? If you're good, you can paint it."
"How can Mr. Stanley Hart be judged by a newcomer to painting? If you have the guts, you paint one."
