She held her head at the conventional angle, but why did she come to ME?
She ought to have tried on jackets at a big shop.

I feared my visitors were not only destitute but "artistic"-- which would be a great complication.

When she sat down again I thanked her, observing that what a draughtsman most valued in his model was the faculty of keeping quiet.
"Oh SHE can keep quiet," said Major Monarch.

Then he added jocosely: "I've always kept her quiet." "I'm not a nasty fidget, am I ?" It was going to wring tears from me, I felt, the way she hid her head, ostrich-like, in the other broad bosom.
The owner of this expanse addressed his answer to me.

"Perhaps it isn't out of place to mention--because we ought to be quite business-like, oughtn't we ?--that when I married her she was known as the Beautiful Statue." "Oh dear!" said Mrs.Monarch ruefully.
"Of course I should want a certain amount of expression," I rejoined.
"Of COURSE!"-- and I had never heard such unanimity.
"And then I suppose you know that you'll get awfully tired." "Oh we NEVER get tired!" they eagerly cried.
"Have you had any kind of practice ?" They hesitated--they looked at each other.