"We are," said Alexander Cameron, calmly breaking the seal of two fresh, packs. "You artists have nothing to do for a living except to paint pretty models, and when the week end comes you're in fine shape to caper and cut up didoes. But we business men are too tired to go galumphing over the greensward when Saturday arrives. It's a wicker chair and a 'high one,' and peaceful and improving cards for ours." Alice Annan laughed and glanced at Querida degrees Cameron's idea was her idea of what her brother Harry was doing for a living; but she wasn't sure that Querida would think it either flattering or humorous. But Jose Querida laughed, too, saying: "Quite right, Mr. Cameron. It's only bluff with, us; we never work. Life is one continual comic opera." "It's a cinch," murmured Cameron. "Stocks and bonds are exciting, but _your_ business puts it all over us. Nobody would have to drive me to business every morning if there was a pretty model in a cosey studio awaiting me." "Sandy, you're rather horrid," said Miss Aulne, watching him sort out the jokers from the new packs and, with a skilful flip, send them scaling out, across the grass, for somebody to pick up. Cameron said: "How about this Trilby business, anyway, Miss Annan? You have a brother in it. Is the world of art full of pretty models clad in ballet skirts--when they wear anything? Is it all one mad, joyous melange of high-brow conversation discreetly peppered with low-brow revelry? Yes? No? Inform an art lover, please--as they say in the _Times Saturday Review_." "I don't know," said Miss Annan, laughing. "Harry never has anybody interesting in the studio when he lets me take tea there." Rose Aulne said: "I saw some photographs of a very beautiful girl in Sam Ogilvy's studio--a model. What is her name, Alice?--the one Sam and Harry are always raving over?" "They call her Valerie, I believe." "Yes, that's the one--Valerie West, isn't it? _Is_ it, Louis? You know her, of course." Neville nodded coolly. "Introduce me," murmured Cameron, spreading a pack for cutting. "Perhaps she'd like to see the Stock Exchange when I'm at my best." "Is she such a beauty? Do you know her, too, Mr. Querida?" asked Rose Aulne. Querida laughed: "I do. Miss West is a most engaging, most amiable and cultivated girl, and truly very beautiful." "Oh! They _are_ sometimes educated?" asked Stephanie, surprised. "Sometimes they are even equipped to enter almost any drawing-room in New York. It doesn't always require the very highest equipment to do that," he added, laughing. "That sounds like romantic fiction," observed Alice Annan. "You are a poet, Mr. Querida." "Oh, it's not often a girl like Valerie West crosses our path. I admit that. Now and then such a comet passes across our sky--or is reported. I never before saw any except this one." "If she's as much of a winner as all that," began Cameron with decision, "I want to meet her immediately--"