All the beauty was there, the exquisite tinting of flesh, the beautiful curve of cheek and throat and shoulder.

But, behind the lovely physical presentment, Nan felt she could detect the woman's soul--predatory, feline, and unscrupulous.

It was rather original of Maryon to have done that, she thought--painted both body and spirit--and it was just like that cynical cleverness of his to have discerned so exactly the soulless type of woman which the beautiful body concealed and to have insolently reproduced it, daring discovery.
She looked up and found him standing beside her.

She had not heard the quiet opening and closing of the door.
"An old friend of yours has just come in to see my Van Decken," he said quietly.

His eyes were slightly quizzical.
Nan turned her face a little aside.
"I know.