She has the material." And Valentin began to walk away slowly, looking vaguely at the pictures on the walls, with a thoughtful illumination in his eye.

Nothing could have appealed to his imagination more than the possible adventures of a young lady endowed with the "material" of Mademoiselle Nioche.

"She is very interesting," he went on.

"She is a beautiful type." "A beautiful type?
What the deuce do you mean ?" asked Newman.
"I mean from the artistic point of view.

She is an artist,--outside of her painting, which obviously is execrable." "But she is not beautiful.