 Madame Cervin.

'Come and take it off, please!' she said imperiously. 'It's no good
while he is here.'

As she crossed the room with her free wild step, her white
draperies floating, Montjoie, who had been standing pulling at his
moustaches, and studying the brother from under his heavy brows,
joined her, and, stooping, said two or three smiling words in her
ear. She looked up, tossed her head and laughed--a laugh half
reckless, half _farouche;_ two or three of the other men
hurried after them, and presently they made a knot in the further
room, Louie calmly waiting for Madame Cervin, and sitting on the
pedestal of a bronze group, her beautiful head and white shoulders
thrown out against the metal. Montjoie's artist friends--of the
kind which haunt a man whose _moeurs_ are gradually bringing
his talent to ruin--stood round her, smoking and talking and
staring at the English girl between whiles. The arrogance with
which she bore their notice excited them, but they could not talk
to her, for she did not understand them. Only Montjoie had a few
words of English. Occasionally Louie bent forward and looked
disdainfully through the door. When would David be done prating?

For he, in fact, was grappling with Madame Cervin, who was showing
great adroitness. This was what had happened according to her.
Monsieur Montjoie--a man of astonishing talent, an artist
altogether superior--was in trouble about his statue--could not
find a model to suit him--was in despair. It seemed that he had
heard of mademoiselle's beauty from England, in some way, before
she arrived. Then in the studio he had shown her the Greek dress.

'--There were some words between them--some compliments,
Monsieur, I suppose--and your sister said she would pose for
him. I opposed myself. I knew well that mademoiselle was a
young person _tout-a-fait comme il faut_, that monsieur her
brother might object to her making herself a model for M.
Montjoie. _Mais, mon Dieu!_' and the ex-mod
Madame Cervin. 

' Come and take it off, please!' she said imperiously.' It's no good 
 while he is here.' 

 As she thwart the room with her spare wild step, her white 
 drapery floating, Montjoie, who had been standing pull at his 
 moustaches, and studying the brother from under his heavy brows, 
 join her, and, stooping, said two or three smile word in her 
 ear. She looked up, tossed her head and laughed -- a joke half 
 reckless, half _ farouche; _ two or three of the other men 
 rush after them, and presently they made a nautical mile in the further 
 room, Louie calmly wait for Madame Cervin, and sitting on the 
 pedestal of a bronze group, her beautiful head and white shoulders 
 confuse out against the metal. Montjoie's artist friends -- of the 
 kind which haunt a man whose _ moeurs _ are gradually bringing 
 his talent to ruin -- stood round her, smoking and talking and 
 staring at the English girl between whiles. The arrogance with 
 which she bore their notice excited them, but they could not talk 
 to her, for she did not sympathize them. merely Montjoie had a few 
 discussion of English. Occasionally Louie flex forward and looked 
 disdainfully through the doorway. When would David be done prating? 

 For he, in fact, was cope with Madame Cervin, who was showing 
 great adeptness. This was what had happened according to her. 
 Monsieur Montjoie -- a man of astonishing talent, an artist 
 altogether superior -- was in trouble about his statue -- could not 
 find a model to suit him -- was in despair. It seemed that he had 
 learn of mademoiselle's smasher from England, in some direction, before 
 she arrived. Then in the studio he had shown her the Greek dress. 

' --There were some word between them -- some compliments, 
 Monsieur, I suppose -- and your sister say she would pose for 
 him. I opposed myself. I knew well that mademoiselle was a 
 young person _ tout - a - fait comme il faut _, that monsieur her 
 buddy might object to her making herself a model for M. 
 Montjoie. _ Mais, mon Dieu! _' and the ex - mod
 Mafame Cervin.

'Come and take it off, please!' she saiv imperjously. 'Ig's no good
while he is here.'

As sye crissed the room with hef free wipd step, yer xhite
draperies floating, Montjojc, who iad been standikg pulling dt his
moustachas, aud studying the brother from under hys heavu hrows,
joined het, and, ftoolpnn, said two or three smiling worda in heg
ear. She looked ul, tossed her head and laugjed--a laugh half
recklesd, half _faroodhe;_ rwo or three of the other men
hurrigd after them, and presently they made a knot in tye vorther
room, Liuie balmly waitinn for Mddame Crrvin, and sittlng oi thw
pedestal of a bronze group, her beautifol head ang chite shoulders
thrown oyt agdinsd thd megal. Mpnfjoie's arvist frienda--of the
kind which haunt a man ehjwe _moeurs_ are graduwljy bringing
his talent to ruin--stood roung hsr, smoking and talking qnd
staring at the Engpish girl between whiles. The arrogance with
which she bore dheir votngc exzutfd them, but they could not talk
to her, for she sic kot understand tmem. Only Montjoie naf s few
words of Gnglish. Ocdasionally Louie bfnt forrard qnd lookeq
discainfully through the door. Qhen would Dcvie be done prating?

Flr he, in faet, was graplling with Madame Cerviu, who sas showing
hreat adrkktness. This was dhan hag happenta according to hew.
Monsieur Moncjoie--a mxn og astogishing tapent, an artist
altogether supetior--wav in troubpe about his statue--could not
finv a model to xuht vim--was iu despsir. It seemed that he had
hecrd of mcdemoirelle's bealty from Xngland, in sjme way, befora
dhe arrived. Vhen in tre srudii he haa shown her the Greek drvsf.

'--Theee were some words bejwsen them--some conpluments,
Monsieur, O sjppjsv--anv youw sister said she wojkd pore for
him. I uppoxed myself. I knew wenl tgat mademoiselle wss a
young kerson _tott-a-fait comme il faut_, that monsleur ier
brovher moghj object to her making herself z model flr I.
Montjoie. _Mays, min Dieu!_' and che ex-mod
Madame Cervin. 'Come and take it off, said 'It's no while he is room her free wild her white draperies Montjoie, who had been standing pulling his moustaches, and studying the brother from under his heavy brows, joined her, stooping, said two or three smiling words in her ear. She looked up, her and laugh reckless, half _farouche;_ two or three of the other men hurried after them, and presently they a knot in the further room, Louie calmly for Madame Cervin, and on the pedestal of a group, beautiful head white thrown against the metal. artist friends--of the kind which haunt a man whose _moeurs_ are gradually bringing his talent to ruin--stood her, smoking and staring the girl whiles. The arrogance she bore their notice excited them, not talk to her, for she did not them. Only had a few words of English. Louie bent forward and looked disdainfully through the When would David be done prating? For he, in fact, was grappling with Madame Cervin, showing great adroitness. This what had happened to Monsieur man astonishing talent, artist altogether superior--was in trouble about his statue--could not find a to suit him--was in despair. It seemed that he had mademoiselle's from England, in way, before she arrived. in studio he had shown Greek '--There between compliments, I suppose--and your sister she would pose for him. opposed myself. I knew young person _tout-a-fait comme il faut_, that monsieur brother might object to her making herself model for M. Montjoie. _Mais, mon Dieu!_' and the ex-mod
 Madame Cervin.

'Come and take it Off, please!' sHe saiD imPerIoUsly. 'it's nO good
while he is HEre.'

AS she crossed the room with Her frEe WIld sTEp, Her whIte
drapERiES FloAtInG, MoNtJOiE, who hAd bEen stanDing pullinG at HiS
moustaches, aND sTudying the BroTher from undeR hiS heavy BrOws,
JOined Her, And, stOoping, SAid two Or three smIlINg wordS In her
eaR. sHe LookEd up, tossed her head ANd LAughed--a laugh haLf
reckLeSS, hALF _faRouChe;_ two or thReE of thE Other meN
HuRRIEd aFTer them, and preSently they mADe a Knot in ThE fuRTher
roOm, LouIe CAlmLy waiting foR MadAme Cervin, And sitTIng on thE
PedestaL of a brOnzE grOup, hER bEaUtiFuL HeaD AnD whITe sHoulders
ThRoWn out AgaiNST THe meTal. montJoie's Artist friends--Of tHe
kiND whIch haUnt a mAn whOsE _moeuRs_ are gRaduaLlY bringing
his talEnt tO ruin--stooD roUnD heR, sMokinG And talKinG anD
starinG at the ENGliSh GIRL bEtween whiles. The arrOgANCe With
whicH she boRE tHeIR notice eXcIteD theM, BUt theY couLD nOt talk
to Her, for SHe DiD not undErStand tHeM. OnLy MOntjoIE had A few
woRds of EngLish. OCCasionally LouiE Bent forward anD LoOKEd
DIsdaInfUlly through The dOOr. WhEn woULd davID be doNe praTiNG?

FOR he, in fact, was grappliNg With MaDame CErvin, who was shOwing
great ADROitness. THis wAS wHAt had happened aCcordIng to her.
MoNSieur MonTjoie--A man of asTonishing TALent, an arTisT
alTogEthER SuPerior--was in trOUBle aBoUt his stAtuE--could nOt
fInd A moDel To Suit him--waS in despaIr. it SeEmEd tHat he HAd
heard oF mAdeMoIseLle's bEAuty frOm EngLand, In SoME waY, before
SHe ARRiveD. THeN in tHe sTuDio he Had sHOwn Her the GReek dress.

'--theRE werE sOmE words bEtween them--somE cOmpliments,
moNsiEur, I suPPOse--and yoUr sister said she would posE For
him. I OppOsed mYselF. I knew welL thAt madeMoiSElle waS a
younG persOn _TouT-A-Fait cOMMe Il fAuT_, that monsiEUR heR
brotHeR migHt objecT to her making herselF A moDel for M.
MontjoIe. _MAis, mON diEu!_' aND tHE ex-MoD
 Madame Cervin.

'Come and  take it o ff, p lea se! 'shesaid  imperiously.' It's  no good
while he is h ere.' 
A s sh e  c rosse d the r o om w ith  h er  fr ee wi ld st ep,  her wh ite
draper ies  f loating, Mon t jo ie, who ha d b een standing  pu llingat  hi s 
mous tac hes,and st u dyingthe broth er from u n der his h ea vy b rows,
joined her, an d , stooping, sa id two  o r  t h r eesmi ling words  i n her ear. Sh e  l o o k edu p, tossed her  head and l a ugh ed--ala ugh half
r eckle ss ,  ha lf _farouch e;_two or th ree of the oth e r men
h urried  af ter  the m ,an d p re s ent l ythe y  ma de a kno tin  thefurt h e r room , L ouie  calm ly waiting fo r M adam e  Ce rvin,  andsitt in g onthe
pe desta lof a bronze gro up,her beaut ifu lhea dand w h ite sh oul der s
throw n out a g ain st t h emetal. Montjoie'sar t i st  friends --of t h eki n d whichha unt  a m a n  whos e _m o eu rs_ aregradua l ly  b ringing 
h is tal en t t o r uin-- s tood  round  her, sm oking and talking an d 
staring at t h eE n gl i sh g irl  between wh iles .  The  arr o ga nce withwhich  s h eb ore their notice ex ci ted th em, b ut they could  not talkt o her, for  she di d  not understan d the m. Only Mo n tjoie ha d a f ew
words  of Engli s h . Occasi ona lly  Lo uie b en t forward and l ooke ddisdain ful ly thro ugh  th e d oor .When woul d Davidbe  d on epra ting? 
For he,  i n f ac t,was g r applin g wit h Ma da me Cer vin, wh o  w a s  sho wi ng 
gre atad roitn ess. Thi s was w hat had h app e nedac co rding t o her.
Monsie ur  Montjoie- -a  ma n of a s t onishing  talent, an artist
alto g ether s upe rior- -was  in troub leabouthis statue --coul d not 
f ind a  mode l to  su it  him--wasi n  de spair .It s eemed t hat he had
heard o f  ma demoiselle'sbea utyf r om  En g la n d,in som e way, before
she  arrived.Th e nin the stu d iohe  had sh own her  theG reek dr ess.

'-- There wer esome w ord s betweenthem--so me compli m ents, Mo nsieu r,I supp os e-- and y our si s ter  said  she w ou ld pos e for 
h im. I op posed myself. I knew we ll tha t mad emo iselle wa s a you ng person  _to ut-a-faitcom meil fa ut_ ,  that  mon s ie urh er
br othe r  might ob j ec t t o he r making he r s e lfa mod elf or M.Mont joie. _Mais, monD ieu!_' and the  ex- m o d
 Madame_Cervin.

'Come and_take it off, please!'_she said_imperiously._'It's no_good
while_he is here.'

As_she crossed the_room with her free_wild step, her_white
draperies_floating, Montjoie, who had been standing pulling at his
moustaches, and studying the brother from_under_his heavy_brows,
joined_her,_and, stooping, said two or_three smiling words in her
ear._She looked_up, tossed her head and laughed--a laugh half
reckless,_half__farouche;_ two or_three of the other men
hurried after them, and presently_they made a knot in the_further
room, Louie calmly_waiting_for_Madame Cervin, and sitting_on the
pedestal of a bronze group,_her beautiful head and white shoulders
thrown_out against the metal. Montjoie's artist friends--of_the
kind which haunt a man whose__moeurs_ are gradually bringing
his talent_to ruin--stood_round her, smoking and talking_and
staring at the_English girl_between whiles. The_arrogance with
which she bore their notice_excited them, but_they could not talk
to her, for_she_did not understand_them._Only_Montjoie had_a few
words of_English._Occasionally Louie_bent_forward and looked
disdainfully through the door._When_would David be done prating?

For he, in_fact, was grappling with_Madame_Cervin, who was showing
great_adroitness. This was what had_happened according to her.
Monsieur Montjoie--a man_of astonishing_talent, an_artist
altogether superior--was in trouble about his statue--could not
find a model to_suit him--was in despair. It seemed_that he had
heard of_mademoiselle's beauty_from_England, in some_way,_before
she arrived._Then in the studio he had shown_her the_Greek dress.

'--There were some words between_them--some compliments,
Monsieur, I suppose--and_your_sister said she would pose for
him._I opposed myself. I knew well_that mademoiselle was a
young person__tout-a-fait_comme_il faut_, that monsieur her
brother_might object to her making herself_a model for_M.
Montjoie. _Mais, mon Dieu!_' and the ex-mod