"Or at any rate, for some understudy to
her."
"We must think. Do they _all_ call you Kirk?"
"I've never met one who didn't."
"What horrible creatures you artists are!"
"My dear kid, you don't understand the thing at all. When you're
painting a model she ceases to be a girl at all. You don't think of her
as anything except a sort of lay-figure."
"Good gracious! Does your lay-figure call you Kirk too?"
"It always looks as if it were going to."
Ruth shuddered.
"It's a repulsive thing. I hate it. It gives me the creeps. I came in
here last night and switched on the light, and there it was, goggling
at me."
"Are you getting nervous?"
Ruth's face grew grave.
"Do you know, Kirk, I really believe I am. This morning as I was
dressing, I suddenly got the most awful feeling that something terrible
was going to happen. I don't know what. It was perfectly vague. I just
felt a kind of horror. It passed off in a moment or two; but, while it
lasted--ugh!"
"How ghastly! Why didn't you tell me before? You must be run down. Look
here, let's shut up this place and get out to Florida or somewhere for
the winter!"
"Let's don't do anything of the kind. Florida indeed! For the love of
Mike, as Steve would say, it's much too expensive. You know, Kirk, we
are both frightfully extravagant. I'm sure we are spending too much
money as it is.
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