The Common Law

There was a long, brisk, decisive ring at the door. He continued working. After an interval the bell rang again, briefly, as though the light touch on the electric button had lost its assurance. "Somebody's confidence has departed," he thought to himself, busy with a lead-weighted string and a stick of soft charcoal wrapped in silver foil. For a few moments he continued working, not inclined to trouble himself to answer the door, but the hesitating timidity of a third appeal amused him, and he walked out into the hallway and opened the door. In the dim light a departing figure turned from the stairway: "Do you wish a model?" she asked in an unsteady voice. "No," he said, vexed. "Then-I beg your pardon for disturbing you-" "Who gave you my name?" he demanded. "Why-nobody-" "Who sent you to me? Didn't anybody send you?" "No." "But how did you get in?" "I-walked in." There was a scarcely perceptible pause; then she turned away in the dim light of the corridor. "You know," he said, "models are not supposed to come here unless sent for. It isn't done in this building." He pointed to a black and white sign on his door which bore the words: "No Admittance." "I am very sorry. I didn't understand-" "Oh, it's all right; only, I don't see how you got up here at all. Didn't the elevator boy question you? It's his business." "I didn't come up on the elevator." "You didn't walk up " "Yes." "Twelve stories " "Both elevators happened to be in service. Besides, I was not quite certain that models were expected to use the elevators." "Good Lord " he exclaimed, "you must have wanted an engagement pretty badly." "Yes, I did." He stared: "I suppose you do, still," "If you would care to try me." "I'll take your name and address, anyhow. Twelve flights For the love of-oh, come in anyway and rest." It was dusky in the private hallway through which he preceded her, but there was light enough in the great studio. Through the vast sheets of glass fleecy clouds showed blue sky between. The morning was clearing.