But again was she unable to finish her sentence, and again was she forced to listen to a very different completion from the smiling lips of the man at her side.
"Is an artist, of course," said Arkwright.

"That's what Calderwell declared--that it would always be the tilt of a chin or the curve of a cheek that the artist loved--to paint." Billy drew back suddenly.

Her face paled.

As if _now_ she could tell this man that Bertram Henshaw was engaged to her! He would find it out soon, of course, for himself; and perhaps he, like Hugh Calderwell, would think it was the curve of _her_ cheek, or the tilt of _her_ chin-- Billy lifted her chin very defiantly now as she held out her hand in good-by..