When Hawker went again to the house of the great window he looked first at the colossal chandelier, and, perceiving that it had not moved, he smiled in a certain friendly and familiar way.
"It must be a fine thing," said the girl dreamily. "I always feel envious of that sort of life."
"What sort of life?"
"Why--I don't know exactly; but there must be a great deal of freedom about it. I went to a studio tea once, and----"
"A studio tea! Merciful heavens---- Go on."
"Yes, a studio tea. Don't you like them? To be sure, we didn't know whether the man could paint very well, and I suppose you think it is an imposition for anyone who is not a great painter to give a tea."
"Well, he had the dearest little Japanese servants, and some of the cups came from Algiers, and some from Turkey, and so
