"Yes," Jean admitted, without humility.
Her mother eyed her with respectful interest.
"I hope you'll keep your head, Jean," she admonished solemnly. "This is a great come-up in the world for you."
An impish impulse took shape in Jean's brain, and, under cover of showing the house, she guided Mrs. Fanshaw by edifying stages to Craig's temporary studio and the great work.
"A portrait he's doing!" she dropped carelessly.
Her mother as carelessly bestowed a brief glance upon the canvas.
"What a wrinkled old woman," she commented, turning away. "But I suppose it is the money your husband is thinking of?"
"Partly."
"What will he get for it?"
Jean pondered demurely.