Frost gurgled a fiendish laugh:
"I know you are jealous, but do not be hasty; I can prove what I say."
"Then, sir, you will have to do it, and if you have lied, look sharp, for a day of reckoning will surely come."
"She is at my studio every Friday at three o'clock. You know which window looks in upon my private apartments; watch that, and you will see her pass. Remember the time."
"That will do," returned Marrion, coldly, as he arose to leave.
At that moment his attention was attracted toward the banquet scene. Milburn had been called upon for a speech. As a general thing he was a man of a few words, but when he was inspired there was no more eloquent talker than he. He made an individual mention of those who had substantially aided in this distinction he had attained.
Marrion listened, hoping that he would kindly speak his name, but what a tumult within stirred him to pathetic, unspoken appeal, as the speech ended without the slightest reference to his model.
As the enthusiastic friends thronged about him, Marrion could not help showing that he rejoiced with them.
