And your Bohemia is democratic, isn't it?
And painters are respectable and worthy men and nothing like so flighty as you read.

You've said so yourself.

And I like to work.
And there are so many charming girls who are models and Jan's cousin is a Vassar girl--" In her eagerness to convince him she lost her breath.
"I'll come for you at Madame Morny's at four," Kenny told her, sick at heart.

"And then, dear, I'll tell you exactly what I think." And when he had rung off, he sat down weakly and laughed, his laugh unmusical and sad.

The dreadful, dreadful irony of it! How could he deny her?
How _could_ he?
He who had surrounded her with women friends, talented and independent, who believed in the gospel of work! He liked her generosity.