"He does not approve of my wickedness in having you here," I answered laughing. "He thinks a man must never be with any woman but his wife."
"And has he a wife?"
"Yes, that great creature you saw sitting in the glass desk downstairs."
Suzee threw up her chin and pursed up her soft blue-red lips.
"I know that man by sight quite well. He was always down with the girls in Chinatown. He was one of Nanine's best customers."
I laughed as I put the key in, and opened our door.
"That accounts then, quite, for his terrific propriety in his hotel," I answered. "It's always the way. You can tell the really vicious person by his affected horror of vice."
We dined upstairs, and directly after dinner I got her to pose for me that I might catch the first idea for my picture "The Joy of the East."
She still shewed an apparently unconquerable objection to any undraped study, so I did not press it, but told her to dress as she had been dressed the previous night, in blue and mauve with silver ornaments, and I would take her in that.
While she was arraying herself I sat back in my chair, thinking.