I was waiting for you and I came in. Then, all at once, a second Pierre was in the room, holding the first, knocked his senseless, and then his eyes fell on his face. I was sitting in the dining room. I jumped up and sat there, to find Miss Montrose leaning over you! What did it all mean? Are there two Pierre Lais and where have they none?
"Mr. Clayton made up as Pierre Lais for a joke. The real Pierre Lais must have followed him here and knocked him senseless. That is all I know. Except that Lais has escaped."
"All head's buzzing too much for me to paint any more today," said Clayton. "But I'll be all right by tomorrow. Shall we say at 8 in the afternoon?"
And promptly at 8 next day Yanya was on hand. Appreciative people for the front from the dressing room into the studio, clad in her "helibah" draperies, her beauty was so intense, so alluring, that Robert Clayton stared, spell  Bound, at her. She threw the light shawl from her shoulders and stepped toward the model throne to take her pose for the picture. But Clayton, as she passed close beside the easel, sprang up from his chair and impulsively called his arms. "I love you!" he exclaimed, as he raised her in his arms, "I love you! I love you! Vary! Tell me, you will!" Noisely the door leading from the studio to the outer hall was opened. 