He'll be one of the most fashionable portrait painters of the day.

But until that day comes, Maryon isn't going to tie himself up with a woman whose income ceases when she marries.
Besides"-- drily--"an unattached bachelor is considerably more in demand as a painter of society women's portraits than a Benedict." "So Nan is to be sacrificed ?" threw out Kitty.
"It seems like it.

And as long as Maryon Rooke occupies the foreground in her mind, no other man will occur to her as anything but a friend." "Then I wish somebody--or something--would sweep him out of her mind!" "Well, he's away now, at any rate," said Penelope soothingly.

"So let's be thankful for small mercies." As she spoke, the maid--an improvement on their original "Adagio"-- entered with a telegram on a salver which she offered to Penelope.

The latter slit open the envelope without glancing at the address and uttered a sharp exclamation of dismay as she read the brief communication it contained.
Kitty leaned forward.
"What is it, Penny?
Not bad news ?" "It's for Nan," returned Penelope shortly.