To this girl, living as secluded as if she was in an Oriental harem, who had never thought of love as a thing possible for herself, the consciousness that Arnold loved her was bewildering and astonishing, and she waited, knowing that sooner or later something would be said, but trembling for fear that it should be said.
After all, it was Lala Roy, and not Clara, who finally determined Arnold to wait no longer.
He came every day to the studio with Iris when she sat for her portrait.

This was in the afternoon.

But he now got into the habit of coming in the morning, and would sit in silence looking on.

He came partly because he liked the young man, and partly because the painter's art was new to him, and it amused him to watch a man giving his whole time and intellect to the copying or faces and things on canvas.

Also, he was well aware by this time that it was not to see Mr.Emblem or himself that Arnold spent every evening at the house, and he was amused to watch the progress of an English courtship.