"But another model might prove as conventional as you!"
"In that case," she said, while her sensitive[133] lower lip trembled, and the starlight in her eyes grew softly brilliant, "in that case, Mr. Brown, I am afraid that there would be only one course to pursue with that other model."
"What course is that?" he asked, deeply interested.
"I'm afraid you'd have to marry her."
"Good Lord!" he said. "I can't marry every girl I mean to study!"
"Oh! Do you mean to study very many?"
"I have my entire life and career before me."
"Yes. That is true. But—women are much alike. One model, thoroughly studied, might serve for them all—with a little imagination."
"I have no use for imagination in fiction," said Brown firmly. After a moment's silence, he added: "Is it settled, then?"
"About our—contract?"