"You're the most commonsense girl I've ever met." Paul walked soberly home.

Jane accompanied him--on wings.
On Monday Paul went to the Life School and stripped with a heavy heart.
Jane was right.

It was not a man's job.

The fact, too, of his doing it lowered him in her esteem, and though he had no romantic thoughts whatever with regard to Jane, he enjoyed being Lord Paramount in her eyes.

He went into the studio and took up his pose; and as he stood on the model throne, conspicuous, glaring, the one startling central object, Higgins's "How beastly!" came like a material echo and smote him in the face.