"Don't think of it too much; it isn't worth it."
"You like it more than anything else. You do—you can't deny it," she went on.
"My dear child, what are you talking about?" Nick asked, gently...
"That's what you like—doing what you were this morning; with women lolling, with their things off, to be painted, and people like that man."
Nick slowly got up, hesitating. "My dear Julia, apart from the surprise this morning, do you object to the living model?"
"Not a bit, for you."
"What's the inconvenience then, since in my studio they're only for me?"
"You love it, you revel in it; that's what you want—the only thing you want!" Julia broke out.
"To have models, lolling undressed women, do you mean?"
"That's what I felt, what I knew," she went on—"what came over me and haunted me yesterday so that I couldn't throw it off. It seemed to me that if I could see it with my eyes and have the perfect proof I should feel better, I should be quiet. And now I am quiet—after a struggle of some hours, I confess. I have seen; the whole thing's before me and I'm satisfied."