"Only a model! What on earth has that got to do with it?" "It's a very serious objection on earth, whatever it may be in heaven," retorted Jack, flattering himself he had been rather smart. "And don't you know where marriages are made? I tell you she is the one woman Heaven intended for me. Don't think I love her only for her beauty--though she is lovely beyond all words. But if her eyes were small and squinting, yet had that same beautiful soul shining out of them----" Jack interrupted. Even his limited imagination was capable of supplying the conclusion of this sentiment. "Look here, Geoff! Do see reason." "I prefer to see Evarne." "But you cannot--you must not--marry an artist's model whom you haven't known for three weeks----" "That's a mere detail. It's my misfortune, isn't it, not my fault, that I didn't meet her years ago? As to her being a model--what of it? It's an honest enough profession when a girl is obliged to earn her own living, and you know when her father died and left her penniless she had to do something. Everybody knows that needlework is a starving occupation, and I think that old woman who suggested her taking up this business was a paragon of wisdom. There's nothing at all in Miss Stornway's life that anyone could take exception to, unless they were utterly bigoted. You can't find any story to her discredit in any studio, or on the lips of any artist. Everyone speaks well of her, she is entirely admirable--brave, beautiful----!" "Oh, she's a nice girl enough, and I don't doubt she's straight as a die. But don't--don't rush into this affair madly and hastily. You were going to Venice. Well, for goodness' sake go." "I will, later on, and take Evarne with me. I say, I take it all very much for granted, don't I? But she does care for me--you think she does, eh?" Jack discreetly suppressed the retort that rose to his lips. "How can I tell? But, of course, I meant go alone to Italy, to test the reality of your feelings. Six months out of a lifetime--why, it's nothing, if it be really an affair for a lifetime. And if absence shows it to be but a passing fancy--well, you will have done no harm to her or to yourself." "If I didn't see her for twenty years, I should never change, never forget her." "And it's only six months that's in question. If she really is the woman above all others for you, then, I'd say, make her your wife even if she were a beggar in the streets. But be sure first, Geoff! You're twenty-six now--not a hot-brained boy. Do submit your fancy to this small test before you fly in the face of society. You know what a general row there will be, and how all your own set will disapprove. You are the heir to a title, though you never seem to remember it, so that your marriage is a matter of real importance."