The voice, though not a cultured one, had something peculiarly soothing and pleasant in its low modulation that caught his ear and left him with the desire to listen further.
“I have seen you before, haven’t I?”
She shook her head.
“That’s strange—seemed to me I had,” he muttered, looking at her again so intently and so long that at last she repeated to recall him,
“No; never.”
“You have never posed for me?”
“I don’t pose.”
“What?” He looked startled. “Oh, I beg your pardon.”
“No offense. I shouldn’t mind,” she said, smiling. “Well, good night.”
“Wait.” He held out his hand, and she gave hers directly. “I have to thank you very deeply—though I don’t know at all why you should have done it,” he said, shaking his head as though seeking from her the answer.