"I've asked you to mine often enough."

"Yes, to tea with other people. I don't mean that way. I'd like to see
it when it's not all dusted and in order for feminine inspection. I'd
like to see a man's studio when it's in shape for work--with the
gr-r-reat painter in a fine frenzy painting, and the model posing
madly----"

"Come on, then! If Kathleen lets you, and you can stand it, come down
and knock some day unexpectedly."

"O Duane! I _couldn't_, could I?"

"Not with propriety. But come ahead."

"Naturally, impropriety appeals to you."

"Naturally. To you, too, doesn't it?"

"No. But wouldn't it astonish you if you heard a low, timid knocking
some day when you and your Bohemian friends were carousing and having a
riotous time there----"

"Yes, it would, but I'm afraid that low, timid knocking couldn't be
heard in the infernal uproar of our usual revelry."

"Then I'd knock louder and louder, and perhaps kick once or twice if you
didn't come to the door and let me in."

He laughed. After a moment she laughed, too; her dark eyes were very