Rowland grudged him none of his smiles, and took an extreme satisfaction in his two statues.

He had the Adam and the Eve transported to his own apartment, and one warm evening in May he gave a little dinner in honor of the artist.

It was small, but Rowland had meant it should be very agreeably composed.

He thought over his friends and chose four.

They were all persons with whom he lived in a certain intimacy.
One of them was an American sculptor of French extraction, or remotely, perhaps, of Italian, for he rejoiced in the somewhat fervid name of Gloriani.