She looked down, thoughtfully, nestling to the chin in the white wool folds. A smile, almost imperceptible, curved her lips.
"You are making it very easy for me," she said.
"You make it easy for yourself."
"I was horribly afraid," she said thoughtfully.
"I have no doubt of it."
"Oh, you don't know—nobody can know—no man can understand the terror of—of the first time—"
"It must be a ghastly experience."
"It is!—I don't mean that you have not done everything to make it easier—but—there in the little room—my courage left me—I almost died. I'd have run away only—I was afraid you wouldn't let me—"
He began to laugh; she tried to, but the terror of it all was as yet too recent.
"At first," she said, "I was afraid I wouldn't do for a model—not exactly afraid of my—my appearance, but because I was a novice; and I imagined that one had to know exactly how to pose—"