“Then you are not afraid?”
“Afraid!”
For one moment they looked at each other, and their eyes were shining. She was proud of his power. This was no child after all, but a man; one who, for a woman’s sake, could stand up against all the world.
“I have thought of something else,” she said.
“What is it?”
“You have heard that I am a sculptor. I am making a fountain for the municipality, and if I might carve your face into it…”
“It would be coals of fire on my head.”
“You would need to sit to me.”
“When shall it be?”