Her Faithful Knight — page 20: what you’re looking at

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16 A Moonlight Walk. a low laugh of intense amusement, girlish, spontaneous and infectious. In the middle of it she turned her head sharply at some slight sound, and fourid Aylmer standing a few feet behind her, laughing also. In a moment she had blushed deeply, composed her features and walked sedately away with head erect, humming a tune in the most indifferent way in the world. But her laughing face had been a revelation of lovely gaiety and shining white teeth to the young man, and he realized instantly that her coldness of look and manner were assumed, and that under that veneer of dignity she was nuEnine more than a light-hearted girl. Not another glimpse of her did he catch that after- noon, during the course of which he received some can- did criticism on his debut as an art student from the irre- pressible Mr. Smith. “So that’s your idea of the Clytie,” observed that young man, afriving inopportunely, before Aylmer had had time to completely erase his efforts. “A bit ‘off’ in the matter of droring, isn’t it? We've been having a discus- sion about you, some of the fellers and I. Some of ’em think you dror so badly you must be founding a new school. One chap thinks you're a private detective, wait- ing here to spot somebody; but as none of us have done anything worse than leave our washing bills unpaid, that don’t seem likely either. Unless Miss Knight’s murdered some one who was trying to mike up to her. She looks as if she could do it sometimes.” “Who is Miss Knight ?” “Dont’ tell me you don’t know the nime of the prettiest girl in the galleries: The one with the fair ’air and the rippin’ figger in blue serge, of course. ‘The girls here call her ‘Diana the Disdainful.’ She don’t dror at all _ badly, and earns her living by it, which is more than most of uscando. Does designs and sketches and things, not KS) (S@) EOMmiGdoo