"Come, now, Fenton," he cried with a short, explosive laugh, "you talk
like a gentleman."
But the artist, knowing himself to have the better of the other, and
not unmindful, moreover, of the fact that to offend Alfred Irons might
mean a serious loss to his own pocket, declined to take offence.
"Of course," he answered lightly, and with the air of one who
appreciates an intended jest so subtile that only cleverness would have
comprehended it, "that is one of the advantages I have always found in
being one. I think I needn't keep you tied down to that chair any
longer to-day. Come here and see how you think we are getting on."
And the sitter forgot quickly that he had been on the very verge of a
quarrel.
II
SOME SPEECH OF MARRIAGE.
Measure for Measure; v.--I.
When dinner was announced that night, Mrs. Arthur Fenton had not
appeared, but presently she came into the room with that guilty and
anxious look which marks the consciousness of social misdemeanors. She
was dressed in a gown of warm primrose plush, softened by draperies of
silver-gray net. It was a costume which her husband had designed for
her, and which set off beautifully her brown hair and creamy white
skin.
"I hope I have not kept you waiting long," she said, "but I wanted to
dress for Mrs.
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