"What is it, Mr.Lagrange ?" "Let it be exhibited as 'The Spirit of Nature--A Portrait'," answered Conrad Lagrange.
As the novelist finished speaking, Yee Kee appeared in the doorway.

"They come--big automobile.

Whole lot people.

Misse Taine, Miste' Lutlidge, sick man, whole lot--I come tell you." The artist spoke quickly,--"Stop them in the house, Kee; I'll be right in,"-- and the Chinaman vanished.
At Yee Kee's announcement, Myra Willard's face went white, and she gave a low cry.
"Never mind, dear," said the girl, soothingly.

"We can slip away through the garden--come." When Sibyl and the woman with the disfigured face were gone, Conrad Lagrange and Aaron King looked at each other, questioningly.
Then the novelist said harshly,--pointing to the picture on the easel,--"You're not going to let that flock of buzzards feed on this, are you?
I'll murder some one, sure as hell, if you do." "I don't think I could stand it, myself," said the artist, laughing grimly, as he drew the velvet curtain to hide the portrait..