The younger man floundered, glowing healthily, but Jean retained her wits.
"Miss Fanshaw," she supplied promptly. "I should have mentioned it before."
She vanished into the alcove, questioned her unfamiliar image in the little mirror, and began to resume her street-dress with fingers not under perfect control. There came an indistinct murmur of talk from the studio in which MacGregor's incisive tones predominated. His companion's responses were few and low. When she reëntered, Atwood stood waiting by the outer door.
"At nine, then," reminded MacGregor. "So-long, Craig, if you must go."
"So-long," answered the other, absently.
On the stair they faced each other with the wonder of their meeting still upon them.
"You are not a professional model," he said; "I should have come across you before, if you were."
"You have seen me get my first engagement."
"And with MacGregor! Was it chance?"
"Just chance."