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Saint's Progress

`I cannot afford to pay models, and they are not fond of me painting out-of-doors. If I had always a subject like you! You-you have a grief, have you not?'
At that startling little question, Noel looked up, frowning.
`Everybody has, now.'
The painter grasped his chin; his eyes had suddenly become tragical.
`Yes,' he said, `everybody. Tragedy is daily bread. I have lost my family; they are in Belgium. How they live I do not know.'
`I'm sorry; very sorry, too, if we aren't nice to you, here. We ought to be.'
He shrugged his shoulders. `What would you have? We are different. That is unpardonable. An artist is always lonely, too; he has a skin fewer than other people, and he sees things that they do not. People do not like you to be different. If ever in your life you act differently from others, you will find it so, mademoiselle.'
Noel felt herself flushing. Was he reading her secret? His eyes had such a peculiar, second-sighted look.
`Have you nearly finished?' she asked.
`No, mademoiselle; I could go on for hours; but I do not wish to keep you. It is cold for you, sitting there.'
Noel got up. `May I look?'
`Certainly.'
She did not quite recognize herself-who does?-but she saw a face which affected her oddly, of a girl looking at something which was, and yet was not, in front of her.
`My name is Lavendie,' the painter said; `my wife and I live here,' and he gave her a card.
Noel could not help answering: `My name is Noel Pierson; I live with my father; here's the address'-she found her case, and fished out a card. `hfy father is a clergyman; would you care to come and see him? He loves music and painting.'

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