"We must have a look around," he assented.
"I have looked around," announced his sister; "and I've found something you couldn't possibly better. It has every convenience—a splendid workroom, a large reception-room, a dressing-room, and an extra chamber which would be useful for the caterer when you receive. It will require very little redecorating, though they're willing to do it throughout, if we like."
"That sounds like the Copley Studios."
"It is."
Atwood laughed.
"Must it be the pink-tea district, after all, Julie? Boy in buttons at the door, velvet-coated poseur—Artist with a capital A—in the holy of holies. What will old Mac say! Jean, what do you think?"
She felt Julie's compelling eye upon her, and resented its domination; but she saw no choice of ways.
"The velvet jacket isn't compulsory, is it?" she said lightly. "Why not look at the studio?"
"I'll drop in the first time I am near," he agreed.
Julie coughed.