"Also," he said, softly, "I painted a very fashionable woman--for nothing--and to her entire satisfaction." "That's the _real_ thing, isn't it ?" "I'm afraid so....

Make two or three unlovely and unlovable old ladies lovely and lovable--on canvas--for nothing.

Then society will let you slap its powdered and painted face--yes--permit you--other liberties--if only you will paint it and sign your canvases and ask them a wicked price for what you give them and--for what they yield to you." Allaire's ruddy face grew ruddier; he grinned and passed a muscular hand over his thick, handsome, fox-tinted hair.
"I wish I could get next," he said with a hard glance at Querida.

"I'd sting 'em." "I would be very glad to introduce you to anybody I know," observed the other.
"Do you mean that ?" "Why not.

A man who has waited as I have for opportunity understands what others feel who are still waiting." "That's damn square of you, Querida." "Oh, no, not square; just natural.