"That? Oh, that is a model who has posed for me."
"Oh, yes, I recognize it. We met the girl on the stairs, Herman."
"Oh, yes; that is she."
Herman busied himself looking at the pictures, chuckling over those that caught his unpoetic fancy, and nudging Karl in the ribs at some of them.
"I must come again and inspect them more at my leisure," he said. "This afternoon I have to go away."
"I am sorry you are not to remain," Karl said politely.
"Oh, I suppose we might put off the sitting in view of the fact that the picture might have been painted any time these last six years," Herman said. "But Olga has been nervous about the ball we are going to have to-night, and I thought it best to bring her to-day to distract her. You know this is really a house-warming to-night."
"And we were obliged to invite so many people," Olga said, still looking at the pictures.
"I hate these social affairs," Herman rattled on, "but I suppose in our position they are inevitable. What time shall I return for Olga?"
"It grows dark quickly," Karl said, looking at his watch. "In another hour we shall not be able to see. Suppose you return about 4 o'clock."