"And what would you call my picture?"
"'Innocence.' Yes, 'Innocence' should be its name!"
"But what in me seems to you the image of 'Innocence?'"
Stranger question still. But he answered as an artist:
"You have an ideal brow, rounded at the temples as the old masters painted their angels. Your eyes are large, bright, clear, as seeing more of heaven than earth. Your lips have the most exquisite curve. The form of your face, its coloring, your hair, are all simply perfect!"
"You shall paint my picture!" cried Doris, joyously, changing her mood. "You need ask no consent but mine!"
CHAPTER XIII.
"FAITHLESS AND DEBONAIR."
"Doris, you must not do it. I cannot bear it!"
"I don't see what difference it makes to you, Earle, and you have no right to interfere, and do it I surely shall."