"When may I come to see you?"
"Come to the studio to-morrow afternoon. We can have an hour alone, if you come at three. Jerry has a model."
"I will be there."
He took her hand, as she passed him, and laid it to his lips.
"Here's to your deep draught of life, my adventuring one. Bitter or sweet, drink it to the dregs; that's what we are here for!"
CHAPTER XIII
The week after the Chatfields' party, the Abercrombie Brendons and their guests returned to New York and Jerry was promptly summoned by his erstwhile hostess.
"We've got to have those people down here to tea, Jane," he said, impatiently, looking up from the note, as they sat at breakfast.
"What people?"