"Oh, I know what you have been up to all summer--running wild with your mountain girl! Really, you ought to be more discreet." Aaron King's face burned as he stammered something about not knowing what she meant.
She laughed gaily.

"There, there, never mind--I forgive you--now that you are safely back in civilization again.

I know you artists, and how you must have your periods of ah--relaxation--with rather more liberties than the common herd.

Just so you are careful that the world doesn't know _too_ much." At this frank revelation of her mind, the man stood amazed.

For the construction she put upon his relation with the girl whose pure and gentle comradeship had led him to greater heights in his art than he had ever before attained, he could have driven this woman from the studio he felt that she profaned.