Your own,
Reggie.”
Somehow I blamed Reggie for all I had suffered and as I stared out at the darkening night descending upon the streets, I muttered to myself:
“Now it is your fault that I am compelled to pose nude.”
It had come to this at last. There was nothing else for me to do, and Miss Darling must be paid. She had been so good to me.
As I went out I knocked at Miss Darling’s door. She put out her head and I said:
“Dear Miss Darling, it’s all right. I’m going to pay you in a few days.”
She said: “All right, dear, I know you will keep your word.”
Yes, I would keep my word! I was on my way to Miss St. Denis to tell her what I was now willing to do. I found her in, but she was not feeling well. She had been posing at a class the previous night, she told me, and also three hours in the afternoon.
“See my feet,” she said, thrusting them out, “Mon dieu! they are so sick. All ze night I have put me some vaseline and it is no good. They are all grown so beeg again.”