"Your vanity is most soothing," said Flamby, curling herself up comfortably amid the poppy-hued cushions and trying to blow rings of smoke.
"Where does the vanity come in?"
"In your delightful presumption. Do you honestly believe, Orlando, that any woman in London would turn amateur model if you asked her?"
"I don't say that any woman would do so, but almost any pretty woman would."
"I don't believe it."
"You know who my model was for Eunice, don't you?"
"I have heard that Lady Daphne Freyle posed for it and the hair is like hers certainly, but the face of the figure is turned away. Oh!—how funny."
"What is funny?"
"It has just occurred to me that a number of your pictures are like that: the figure is either veiled or half looking away."