You know you sold out some of your capital only the
other day."
"It was only that once. And you had set your heart on that pendant.
Surely to goodness, if I drag you away from a comfortable home to live
in a hovel, the least I can do is to----"
"You didn't drag me. I just walked in and sat down, and you couldn't
think how to get rid of me, so in despair you married me."
"That was it. And now I've got to set to work and make a fortune
and--what do you call it?--support you in the style to which you have
been accustomed. Which brings us back to the picture. I don't suppose I
shall get ten dollars for it, but I feel I shall curl up and die if I
don't get it finished. Are you _absolutely_ determined about the
Vince girl?"
"I'm adamant. I'm granite. I'm chilled steel. Oh! Kirk, can't you find
a nice, motherly old model, with white hair and spectacles? I shouldn't
mind _her_ calling you by your first name."
"But it's absurd. I told you just now that an artist doesn't look on
his models as human beings while----"
"I know. I've read all about that in books, and I believed it then.
Why, when I married you, I said to myself: 'I mustn't be foolish.
Kirk's an artist, I mustn't be a comic-supplement wife and object to
his using models!' Oh, I was going to be so good and reasonable. You
would have loved me! And then, when it came to the real thing, I found
I just could not stand it.
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