A dismal sort of muddy flush overspread the girl’s features. Silently she drew from her pocket a full-page drawing from “Life” which she unfolded and handed to the other. She laid a finger on the central figure.
“That’s Darcy,” said she.
“Is it?” Gloria studied the illustration interestedly. “Who drew it?”
“Holcomb Lee.”
“That scrawl in the corner means Lee, does it? Is it drawn from life?”
“Yes.”
“What does Maud say to your sitting as model for her young man?”
“Maud laughed,” said Darcy between her teeth.
“Pussy, pussy!” commented Miss Greene. “That decided you to keep on, I suppose.”
“Naturally.”