Rose’s Promotion
As soon as André had released her hand, Sabine took off her hat, and, handing it to Modeste, remarked—
“How am I looking today, André?”
The young painter hastened to reassure her on this point, and she continued in joyous tones—
“No, I do not want compliments; I want to know if I look the right thing for sitting for my portrait.”
Sabine was very beautiful, but hers was a different style of beauty from that of Rose, whose ripe, sensuous charms were fitted to captivate the admiration of the voluptuary, while Sabine was of the most refined and ethereal character. Rose fettered the body with earthly trammels, while Sabine drew the soul heavenward. Her beauty was not of the kind that dazzles, for the air of proud reserve which she threw over it, in some slight measure obsc
