The Spectator., 1914-12-11
CHAPTER X.
Concerning Bohemia.

Concerning Bohemia.
 On the following morning, at nine o'clock promptly, Iris reached the top landing of the Muldoon place house and paused. flushed and rather breath less, before the studio door. On 1t, below the heavy brass knocker and the plate engraved with Hills name was modest ticket bearing simply the word Pedro" Tucked under a corner of this last was folded bit of paper addressed to Madonna Iris" At sight of 1t her heart almost stopped beating. Could he have gone away? Did he not wish to see her? With trembling fin gers she unfastened 1t, opening 1t to her anxious gaze.
 At the top of the page was a sketch of Pedro himself. empty handed. and running frantically to the open door of shop which bore the sign: Artists Supplies" Then came the words: The door is unlocked. Wait, I beseech you. haste; fy!" Below this was second sketch of himself running madly. package in hand. to- ward a door marked studio.
 From sheer relief she laughed aloud. and at the sound door upon the land ing below creaked as though some one had opened 1t to listen. However, Miss Vanderpool did not notice this, but, turning the handle. let herself into the studio, where she had often been be- fore, to be sure, but never until now unchaperoned.
 Closing the door behind her, she stood motionless. leaning against 1t. Pedro's funny little note crushed tightly in one hand, while she let a flood of mixed emotions sweep over her. Pedro, the adorable!
 Slowly she advanced to the center of the floor and smoothed out the crumpled note. How clever he was! With tender little sigh she folded 1t carefully and slipped it into the bosom of her gown. Then flushing a little, she removed her long outer wrap and laid 1t, with her hat and furs, upon the couch.
 There was a footstep upon the land ing. and the door opened suddenly. Expecting to see Pedro. she whirled about with word of greeting. but to her amazement, in his stead the door way was occupied by woman!
 It was Cassie.
 spoke. but stood staring intently. one as much amazed as the other.
 Good morning. said Iris interrog- atively, the question following swift on the heels of the first pang of jeal- ousy she had ever experienced.
 What woman was this who entered his apartment as though by right?
 Cassie's smile was disarming.
 Pretty, and lady-a rich lady," she said. Why, you must be her! Well. I'm glad to see you!"
 "Who are you, please?" repeated spite herself.
 "Of course you'd have to ask" re- piled Cassie. He wouldn't be likely to have mentioned me to you. No more has he told me anything about you; not knowingly. that is. But just the same. I've no need to return your question"
 You are correct in supposing he has not spoken of you," said Iris. puzzled but with a cold fear creeping over her. Why should he have done so? I-I have not known him very long. and we have only talked about What is your name?"
 My name is Miss Goodell." replied the girl. still smiling. her eyes full of curiosity.
 And who--how do you know mel" asked Iris.
 q pose for him." she said, "and l aint generally considered to be lack ing in charm. We'll the charm failed, and when 1t does. there's usually bet ter reason than any lack of looks on my part You are that reason. guessed 1t right off. Are you going to marry him?"
 "Ohn cried Iris. startled by the sud denness of the question; "why do you how do I-"
 50 he ain't asked you yet" ob- served Cassie shrewdly.
 How do you know that?' Iris flared at her.