And just at the very moment when she discovered that Arnold was one of those who worship beauty--a thing she had never before understood--he told her that her face was so beautiful that he must put in his picture.
"Oh, Arnold," she said, "my face would be out of place in that picture." "Would it?
Please sit down, and let me make a sketch." He seized his crayons and began rapidly.
"What do you say, Lala Roy ?" he asked by way of diversion.
"The gifts of the understanding," said the Sage, "are the treasures of the Lord; and He appointeth to every one his portion." "Thank you," replied Arnold.

"Very true and very apt, I'm sure.

Iris, please, your face turned just a little.So.Ah, if I can but do some measure of justice to your eyes!" When Iris went away, there was for the first time the least touch of restraint or self-consciousness in her.

Arnold felt it.

She showed it in her eyes and in the touch of her fingers when he took her hand at parting.