I think I have posed enough." "My dear child," said Mrs.Light, "it may be one's duty to pose.

But as to my daughter's sitting to you, sir--to a young sculptor whom we don't know--it is a matter that needs reflection.

It is not a favor that 's to be had for the mere asking." "If I don't make her from life," said Roderick, with energy, "I will make her from memory, and if the thing 's to be done, you had better have it done as well as possible." "Mamma hesitates," said Miss Light, "because she does n't know whether you mean she shall pay you for the bust.

I can assure you that she will not pay you a sou." "My darling, you forget yourself," said Mrs.Light, with an attempt at majestic severity.

"Of course," she added, in a moment, with a change of note, "the bust would be my own property." "Of course!" cried Roderick, impatiently.
"Dearest mother," interposed the young girl, "how can you carry a marble bust about the world with you?
Is it not enough to drag the poor original ?" "My dear, you 're nonsensical!" cried Mrs.Light, almost angrily.
"You can always sell it," said the young girl, with the same artful artlessness.
Mrs.Light turned to Rowland, who pitied her, flushed and irritated.
"She is very wicked to-day!" The Cavaliere grinned in silence and walked away on tiptoe, with his hat to his lips, as if to leave the field clear for action.