"Tea in the morning!" said Vi. "I can't stand it. I'd rather have a glass of port or something like that."
"I've no doubt you would, but you're not going to get it," said Lewis, calmly, as he went about the business of brewing tea.
Vi finished her first cup, and asked for a second.
"It's quite a bracer, after all," she said. "I feel a lot better." She rose and went to the model's throne at one side of the room. "Is this where they stand?" she asked.
Lewis nodded.
Vi climbed the throne, and took a pose. Her face was turned from Lewis, her right arm half outstretched, her left at her side. She was in the act of stepping. Her long left thigh was salient, yet withdrawing. It was the pose of one who leads the way.
"This is the pose you will do me in," she said.
For a moment Lewis was silent, then he said gravely:
"No, you don't really want me to do you that way."
"I do, and you will," said Vi, without looking around.