"We could get down to the Point by the cliff-path," he pointed out. "I
went that way only this afternoon."

"Ah! But it is very steep, and it passes Rufus's cottage," she murmured.

"What of it?" he said indifferently. "I'm sure he sleeps like a log."

She turned from the subject. "Besides, you must have moonlight for your
picture. And the moon won't last."

"My picture!" He pressed her suddenly closer. "Do you know what my
picture is going to be?"

"Tell me!" she whispered.

"Shall I?" He turned gently her face up to his own. "Shall I? Dare I?"

She opened her eyes wide--those glorious, trusting eyes. "But why
should you be afraid to tell me?"

He laughed again softly, and kissed her lips. "I will make a rough
sketch in the morning and show it you. It won't be a study--only an
idea. You are going to pose for the study."

"I?" she said, half-startled.

"You--yes, you!" His eyes looked deeply into hers. "Haven't you realised
yet that you are my inspiration?" he said. "It is going to be the
picture of my life--'Aphrodite the Beautiful!'"