“A portrait of her?”
“No, not a portrait.”
“Then you mean you want her to sit for your ‘Circe’?”
Lady Arabella knew all about the important picture he had in mind to paint. They had often discussed it together during the progress of the sittings she had been giving him, and she was aware that so far he had been unable to find a suitable model.
“Yes,” he said slowly. “She is the perfect model for such a subject—body and soul.”
Lady Arabella ignored the sneer.
“Then why not ask her to sit for you?”
Quarrington’s brows drew together.
“You know the answer to that, I think, Lady Arabella,” he answered curtly.
“Oh, you men! I’ve no patience with you!” exclaimed the old lady testily. “I shall ask her, then!”