He all time go, she come.
He say no like lagtime gal.

Dog Cza', him all time gone, too; him no like lagtime--all same Miste' Laglange.

Ha! I go, too," and he, in turn, vanished.
"You are early, to-day," said Aaron King, as he escorted Mrs.Taine to the studio.
Just inside the door, she turned impulsively to face him--standing close, her beautifully groomed and voluptuous body instinct with the lure of her sex, her too perfect features slightly flushed, and her eyes submissively downcast.

"And have you forgotten that this is the last time I can come ?" she asked in a low tone.
"Surely not"-- he returned calmly--"you are coming to-morrow, with the others, aren't you ?" Her husband with James Rutlidge and Louise Taine were invited for the next day, to view the portrait.
"Oh, but that will be so different!" She loosed the wrap she wore, and threw it aside with an indescribable familiar gesture.

"You don't realize what these hours have meant to me--how could you?
You do not live in my world.