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hereupon he saw a young woman standing there and bending her eyes upon the graceful artist。 A second glance assured him that she was that nice girl whom he had seen going into the other inn with her mother； and suggested that she had just emerged from the little church。 He suspected； howeverI hardly know whythat she had been looking at him for some moments before he perceived her。 It would perhaps be impertinent to inquire what she thought of him； but Longueville； in the space of an instant； made two or three reflections upon the young lady。 One of them was to the effect that she was a handsome creature； but that she looked rather bold； the burden of the other was thatyes； decidedlyshe was a compatriot。 She turned away almost as soon as she met his eyes； he had hardly time to raise his hat； as； after a moment's hesitation； he proceeded to do。 She herself appeared to feel a certain hesitation； she glanced back at the church door； as if under the impulse to retrace her steps。 She stood there a moment longer long enough to let him see that she was a person of easy attitudes and then she walked away slowly to the parapet of the terrace。 Here she stationed herself； leaning her arms upon the high stone ledge； presenting her back to Longueville； and gazing at rural Italy。 Longueville went on with his sketch； but less attentively than before。 He wondered what this young lady was doing there alone； and then it occurred to him that her companionher mother； presumablywas in the church。 The two ladies had been in the church when he arrived； women liked to sit in churches； they had been there more than half an hour； and the mother had not enough of it even yet。 The young lady； however； at present preferred the view that Longueville was painting； he became aware that she had placed herself in the very centre of his foreground。 His first feeling was that she would spoil it； his second was that she would improve it。 Little by little she turned more into profile； leaning only one arm upon the parapet； while the other hand； holding her folded parasol； hung down at her side。 She was motionless； it was almost as if she were standing there on purpose to be drawn。 Yes； certainly she improved the picture。 Her profile； delicate and thin； defined itself against the sky； in the clear shadow of a coquettish hat； her figure was light； she bent and leaned easily； she wore a gray dress； fastened up as was then the fashion； and displaying the broad edge of a crimson petticoat。 She kept her position； she seemed absorbed in the view。 〃Is she posingis she attitudinizing for my benefit？〃 Longueville asked of himself。 And then it seemed to him that this was a needless assumption； for the prospect was quite beautiful enough to be looked at for itself； and there was nothing impossible in a pretty girl having a love of fine landscape。 〃But posing or not；〃 he went on； 〃I will put her into my sketch。 She has simply put herself in。 It will give it a human interest。 There is nothing like having a human interest。〃 So； with the ready skill that he possessed； he introduced the young girl's figure into his foreground； and at the end of ten minutes he had almost made something that had the form of a likeness。 〃If she will only be quiet for another ten minutes；〃 he said； 〃the thing will really be a picture。〃 Unfortunately； the young lady was not quiet； she had apparently had enough of her attitude and her view。 She turned away； facing Longueville again； and slowly came back； as if to re…enter the church。 To do so she had to pass near him； and as she approached he instinctively got up； holding his drawing in one hand。 She looked at him again； with that expression that he had mentally characterized as 〃bold；〃 a few minutes beforewith dark； intelligent eyes。 Her hair was dark and dense； she was a strikingly handsome girl。
〃I am so sorry you moved；〃 he said； confidently； in English。 〃You were soso beautiful。〃
She stopped； looking at him more directly than ever； and she looked at his sketch； which he held out toward her。 At the sketch； however； she only glanced； whereas there was observation in the eye that she bent upon Longueville。 He never knew whether she had blushed； he afterward thought she might have been frightened。 Nevertheless； it was not exactly terror that appeared to dictate her answer to Longueville's speech。
〃I am much obliged to you。 Don't you think you have looked at me enough？〃
〃By no means。 I should like so much to finish my drawing。〃
〃I am not a professional model；〃 said the young lady。
〃No。 That 's my difficulty；〃 Longueville answered； laughing。 〃I can't propose to remunerate you。〃
The young lady seemed to think this joke in indifferent taste。 She turned away in silence； but something in her expression； in his feeling at the time； in the situation； incited Longueville to higher play。 He felt a lively need of carrying his point。
〃You see it will be pure kindness；〃 he went on；〃a simple act of charity。 Five minutes will be enough。 Treat me as an Italian beggar。〃
She had laid down his sketch and had stepped forward。 He stood there； obsequious； clasping his hands and smiling。
His interruptress stopped and looked at him again； as if she thought him a very odd person； but she seemed amused。 Now； at any rate； she was not frightened。 She seemed even disposed to provoke him a little。
〃I wish to go to my mother；〃 she said。
〃Where is your mother？〃 the young man asked。
〃In the church； of course。 I did n't come here alone！〃
〃Of course not； but you may be sure that your mother is very contented。 I have been in that little church。 It is charming。 She is just resting there； she is probably tired。 If you will kindly give me five minutes more； she will come out to you。〃
〃Five minutes？〃 the young girl asked。
〃Five minutes will do。 I shall be eternally grateful。〃 Longueville was amused at himself as he said this。 He cared infinitely less for his sketch than the words appeared to imply； but； somehow； he cared greatly that this graceful stranger should do what he had proposed。
The graceful stranger dropped an eye on the sketch again。
〃Is your picture so good as that？〃 she asked。
〃I have a great deal of talent；〃 he answered； laughing。 〃You shall see for yourself； when it is finished。〃
She turned slowly toward the terrace again。
〃You certainly have a great deal of talent； to induce me to do what you ask。〃 And she walked to where she had stood before。 Longueville made a movement to go with her； as if to show her the attitude he meant； but； pointing with decision to his easel； she said
〃You have only five minutes。〃 He immediately went back to his work； and she made a vague attempt to take up her position。 〃You must tell me if this will do；〃 she added； in a moment。
〃It will do beautifully；〃 Longueville answered； in a happy tone； looking at her and plying his brush。 〃It is immensely good of you to take so much trouble。〃
For a moment she made no rejoinder； but presently she said
〃Of course if I pose at all I wish to pose well。〃
〃You pose admirably；〃 said Longueville。
After this she said nothing； and for several minutes he painted rapidly and in silence。 He felt a certain excit