away on Sunday, that he thought a certain reputation in the place
where he lived would help anybody in his work.'

'On Sunday? Do you mean between twelve and two?'

'Yes, he came and made a formal call. There was no reason why he
shouldn't.'

'Now that I think of it,' I rejoined, 'he shot a card on me too, at
the Club. I was a little surprised. We didn't seem somehow to be
on those terms. One doesn't readily associate him with any
conventionality.'

'There's no reason why he shouldn't,' said Dora again, and with this
vague comment we spoke of something else, both of us, I think, a
little disquieted and dissatisfied that he had.

'I think,' Dora said as I went away, 'that you had better go up to
the studio and tell him what you have told me. Perhaps it doesn't
matter much, but I can't bear the thought of his not knowing.'

'Come to Kauffer's in the morning and see the pictures,' I urged;
but she turned away, 'Oh, not with you.'

I found my way almost at once to Amy Villa, not only because I had
been told to go there. I wanted, myself, certain satisfactions.
Armour was alone and smoking, but I had come prepared against the
contingency of one of his cigars. They were the cigars of the man
who doesn't know what he eats. With sociable promptness I lighted
one of my own. The little enclosed veranda testified to a wave of