“It is not so wonderful to me that you are tired, you are overworked,” she said, sitting beside him, “once in a while you should call a halt.”
“I mean to sometime, but not yet, I cannot stop yet.”
“Have you secured your model for the Athlete?”
“Not yet, they are hard to find. I must have a man with solid and graceful curves of beauty and strength, and they are not picked up every day. Few men are of perfect build.”
“Mr. Latham has a fine physique, why don’t you get him?”
“What an idea! Do you suppose for a moment that a man of his means would hire himself out by the hour for such a price as I could afford to pay? Don’t let me hear you speak of it again, he would positively be insulted.”
Presently Robert’s eyes were attracted toward the floor:
“What is that?” he asked, pointing to a white something.
“I did not know I dropped them,” and she sprang hastily, as if to conceal what it was.