Pauline waved away the suggestion. How like Arthur not to realize, even yet, that such things disgusted her!
"Well, he's the best looking piece of human sculpture I've seen since I last went through the Vatican galleries. Regular Apollo. Funny, the Albany Wyants having a hand in turning out a heathen divinity. I was showing the picture to Manford just now, and telling him the fond mother's comment."
Pauline looked up quickly. "Has Dexter been here too?"
"Yes; trying to give me a leg up." He glanced at his bandages. "Rather more difficult, that. I must get it down first--to the floor. But Manford's awfully kind too--it's catching. He wants me to go off with Jim, down to that island of his, and get a fortnight's real sunshine. Says he can get Jim off by a little wirepulling, some time jus
