"Yes," said Lewis; "of course. What of it?"
"What of it? Why, I will. When?"
"Do you mean it?" asked Lewis.
Vi nodded.
"Name your own time."
"To-morrow," said Vi, "at ten."
The following morning Lewis was up early, putting his great, bare studio in fitting order, and trying to amplify and secure the screened-in corner which previous models had frequently damned as a purely tentative dressing-room. Promptly at ten Vi appeared.
"Where's your maid?" asked Lewis. "You've simply got to have a maid along for this sort of thing."
"You're wrong," said Vi. "It's just the sort of thing one doesn't have a maid for. It's easier to trust two to keep quiet than to keep a maid from vain imaginings. And—it's a lot less expensive."
"Well," said Lewis, "where's your costume?"