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the Boulevard St. Germain. He tried to look cheerful as he mounted the stairs and threw the duplicate Rembrandt into a corner of the studio, behind a stack of unfinished sketches. Diane entered from the bedroom, ravishingly dressed for the street in a costume that well set off her perfect figure. She was a picture of beauty with her ivory complexion, her mass of dark brown hair, and the wonderfully large and deep eyes that had been one of her chief charms at the Folies Bergere. "Good boy!" she cried. "You did not keep me waiting long. But you look as glum as a bear. What is the matter?" Jack explained briefly, in an appealing voice. "I'm awfully sorry for your sake, dear," he added. "We are down to our last twenty-franc piece, but in another fortnight--" "Then you won't take me?" "How can I? Don't be unreasonable." "You promised, Jack. And see, I am all ready. I won't stay at home!" "Is it my fault, Diane? Can I help it that Von Whele has left Paris?" "You can help it that you have no money. Oh, I wish I had not given up the stage!" Diane stamped one little foot, and angry tears rose to her eyes. She tore off her hat and jacket and dashed them to the floor. She threw herself on a couch. "You deceived me!" she cried bitterly. "You promised that I should want for nothing--that you would always have plenty of money. And this is how you keep your word! You are selfish, unkind! I hate you!" She continued to reproach him, growing more and more angry. Words of the lowest Parisian argot, picked up from her companions of the Folies Bergere, fell from her lovely lips--words that brought a blush of shame, a look of horror and repulsion, to Jack's face. "Diane," he said pleadingly, as he bent over the couch. Her mood changed as quickly, and she suddenly clasped her arms around his neck. "Forgive me, Jack," she whispered. "I always do," he sighed. "And, please, please get some money--now." "You know that I can't." "Yes, you can. You have lots of friends--they won't refuse you." "But I hate to ask them. Of course, Jimmie Drexell would gladly loan me a few pounds--" "Then go to him," pleaded Diane, as she hung on his neck and stopped his protests with a shower of kisses. "Go and get the money, Jack, dear--you can pay it back when your remittance comes. And we will have such a jolly day! I am sure you don't want to work." Jack hesitated, and finally gave in; it was hard for him to resist
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