In response to the sculptor's request made at the Club when Ninitta's name was first mentioned, Bently, when the girl finished posing for him, sent her to the sculptor's studio.
She came a day or two later than Bently had directed her, not hastening, although for six years she had shaped her entire life to the end of meeting Grant Herman. She came into the studio as calmly and as quietly as if it were some familiar place which she had left but yesterday, and she greeted the sculptor with as even and musical tone as in the old Roman days when as yet nothing had occurred to stir her peaceful bosom.
For his part the man stood and looked at her in silence. Even when a ghost from the past has appeared at his especial summons, one seldom sees it unmoved, and Herman was conscious that his heart beat more quickly, that he breathed more heavily as Ninitta let fall behind her the rug portière and came towards him through the studio.
She had a dark, homely face, only redeemed from positive ugliness by her deep, expressive eyes. Her figure was superb; rather slender, lithe and sinewy, but without an angle or thin curve. Like Diana, she was long limbed, so that she seemed taller than she really was. The sweep of neck and shoulder was exquisite, and her simple dress was admirably adapted to display the lines of her supple form. As she walked down the studio, setting her feet firmly and carrying her head with fine poise, Grant Herman felt the ghost of an old passion stir in his heart.
"How do you do?" he composedly answered her greeting. "You have improved since I saw you last."
"Thank you," she said, in a rich voice with strong but pleasant accent.
"I have had time."
"But improvement is not always a question of time," returned he. "Look at me."
"You have grown old," Ninitta commented, regarding him keenly. "You are gray now."
"Yes," retorted the other lightly, "I am an old man. It is really a very long time since you posed for me in my little den at Rome."
"You remember those days perhaps, sometimes?" she said, dropping the long lashes over her eyes.