Valerie West, a young woman quite alone in the world and facing the necessity of self-support, having tried the stage with indifferent success, decides to be an artist's model. Her first experience, when she applies for work at the studio of Louis Neville; her agony of self-consciousness when for the first time she realises what is expected of a model; her final acceptance of it, and her amazing natural aptitude for taking and retaining an effective pose--all this is handled with a tact, an understanding and a pervading touch of actuality that make these opening pages conspicuous among Mr. Chambers's riper efforts.
rowing, there stole over her a delicate flush, faintly staining her from brow to ankle, transfiguring the pallour exquisitely, enchantingly. And her small head drooped forward, shadowed by her hair.
"You're what I want," he said. "You're about everything I require in colour and form and texture."
She neither spoke nor moved as much as an eyelash.
"Look here, Miss West," he said in a slightly excited voice, "let's go about this thing intelligently." He swung another easel on its rollers, displaying a sketch in soft, brilliant colours--a multitude of figures amid a swirl of sunset-tinted clouds and patches of azure sky.
"You're intelligent," he went on with animation,--"I saw that--somehow or other--though you haven't said very much." He laughed, and laid his hand on the painted canvas beside him:
"You're a model, and it's not necessary to inform you that this Is only a preliminary sketch. Your experience tells you that. But it is necessary to tell you that it's the final composition. I've decide