"I don't know," said the girl. And, still clasped in his arms, she bent her head, thoughtfully, considering the question.
And as though she had come to some final conclusion, she raised her head, lifted her eyes slowly, and her lips, to the man whose arms enfolded her. It was her answer to his question, and her own.
When she had gone, he went back and stood again by the great window, watching the cote on a neighboring roof, where the pigeons were strutting and coquetting in the last rays of the western sun.
Chapter 2WHEN SHE CAME AGAIN to the studio, she was different, subdued, evading, avoiding, smiling a little in her flushed diffidence at his gay ease of manner—or assumption of both ease and gaiety.
He was inclined to rally her, tease her, but her reticence was not all embarrassment
