There were other treats like this in which Eugene was urged to drink, and he did--a very little. He had no taste for beer. He also tried to smoke, but he did not care for it. He could become nervously intoxicated at times, by the mere sight of such revelry, and then he grew witty, easy in his motions, quick to say bright things. On one of these occasions one of the models said to him: "Why, you're nicer than I thought. I imagined you were very solemn." "Oh, no," he said, "only at times. You don't know me." He seized her about the waist, but she pushed him away. He wished now that he danced, for he saw that he might have whirled her about the room then and there. He decided to learn at once. The question of a girl for the dinner, troubled him. He knew of no one except Margaret, and he did not know that she danced. There was Miss Blue, of Blackwood--whom he had seen when she made her promised visit to the city--but the thought of her in connection with anything like this was to him incongruous. He wondered what she would think if she saw such scenes as he had witnessed. It chanced that one day when he was in the members' room, he met Miss Kenny, the girl whom he had seen posing the night he had entered the school. Eugene remembered her fascination, for she was the first nude model he had ever seen and she was pretty. She was also the one who had come and stood by him when she was posing. He had not seen her since then. She had liked Eugene, but he had seemed a little distant and, at first, a little commonplace. Lately he had taken to a loose, flowing tie and a soft round hat which became him. He turned his hair back loosely and emulated the independent swing of Mr. Temple Boyle. That man was a sort of god to him--strong and successful. To be like that! The girl noted a change for what she deemed the better. He was so nice now, she thought, so white-skinned and clear-eyed and keen. She pretended to be looking at the drawing of a nude when she saw him. "How are you?" he asked, smiling, venturing to speak to her because he was lonely and because he knew no other girl. She turned gaily, and returned the question, facing him with smiling lips and genial eyes. "I haven't seen you for some time," he said. "Are you back here now?" "For this week," she said. "I'm doing studio work. I don't care for classes when I can get the other." "I thought you liked them!" he replied, recalling her gaiety of mood. "Oh, I don't dislike it. Only, studio work is better." "We've missed you," he said. "The others haven't been nearly as nice." "Aren't you complimentary," she laughed, her black eyes looking into his with a twinkle. "No, it's so," he returned, and then asked hopefully, "Are you going to the dinner on the 16th?" "Maybe," she said. "I haven't made up my mind. It all depends." "On what?" "On how I feel and who asks me."