The lazy luxury of the model's life appealed to his sensuous temperament.

He loved the warmth, the artistic setting of the studios; the pictures, the oriental rugs, the bits of armour, the old brocade, the rich cushions.

If he had not been born to it, why had he not remained, like all 'the youth of Bludston, amid the filth and clatter of the factory?
He loved, too, to hear the studio talk, though at first he comprehended little of it.

The men and women for whom he sat possessed the same quality as his never-forgotten goddess and Lady Chudley and the young architect--a quality which he recognized keenly, but for which his limited vocabulary could find no definition.

Afterward he realized that it was refinement in manner and speech and person.