remember--epoch almost romantic, so fast does time fly), she in
neat black braided jacket and sailor hat. They looked pathetically
young.

"Where shall we go?" asked Jane.

Paul, in no mood for high adventure, suggested Regent's Park. "At
least we can breathe there," said he.

Jane sniffed up the fresh spring air, unconscious of the London
taint, and laughed. "Why, what's the matter with the Euston Road?"

"It's vulgar," said Paul. "In the Park the hyacinths and the
daffodils will be out."

What he meant he scarcely knew. When one is very young and out of
tune with life, one is apt to speak discordantly.

They mounted a westward omnibus. Paul lit a cigarette and smoked
almost in silence until they alighted by the Park gates. As they
entered, he turned to her suddenly. "Look here, Jane, I want to ask
you something. The other night I told a man I was an artist's model,
and he said 'How beastly!' and turned away as if I wasn't fit for
him to associate with. What was he driving at?"

"He was a nasty cad," said Jane promptly.

"Of course he was," said Paul. "But why did he say it? Do you think
there's anything beastly in being a model?"