Certainly....

I'll arrange to work out certain things up here.
As for models, if there is nothing suitable at Westgate village, you won't mind my importing some, will you ?" "No," she said, becoming very serious and gravely interested, as befitted the fiancee of a painter of consequence.

"You will do what is necessary, of course; because I--few girls--are accustomed in the beginning to the details of such a profession as yours; and I'm very ignorant, Duane, and I must learn how to second you--intelligently"-- she blushed--"that is, if I'm to amount to anything as an artist's wife." "You dear!" he whispered.
"No; I tell you I am totally ignorant.

A studio is an awesome place to me.

I merely know enough to keep out of it when you are using models.
That is safest, isn't it ?" He said, intensely amused: "It might be safer not to give pink teas while I am working from the nude." "Duane! Do you think me a perfect ninny?
Anyway, you're not _always_ painting Venus and Ariadne and horrid Ledas, are you ?" "Not always!" he managed to assure her; and her pretty, confused laughter mingled with his unembarrassed mirth as the motor-car swung up to carry him and his traps to the station.
They said good-bye; her dark eyes became very tragic; her lips threatened to escape control.
Kathleen turned away, manoeuvring Scott out of earshot, who knowing nothing of any situation between Duane and his sister, protested mildly, but forgot when Kathleen led him to an orange-underwing moth asleep on the stone coping of the terrace.
And when the unfortunate Catocala had been safely bottled and they stood examining it in the library, Scott's rapidly diminishing conceit found utterance: "I say, Kathleen, it's all very well for me to collect these fascinating things, but any ass can do that.