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But it proved that Nino also was out, having been taken for a walk; and so Helen, who returned home at once, saw neither of them. THIS DEED UNSHAPES ME. Measure for Measure; iv. 4. Ninitta had not gone shopping. She was posing for Arthur Fenton, at his studio.
He had taught Ninitta to sign her name; and great had been her pleasure in watching the little fund grow. It indicated the desperateness of her resolve, that now she broke into this cherished fund, drawing barely enough money to take her back to Capri. She was going away for Nino's sake she argued with herself, and that justified even this.
Some remark made by Grant Herman about the fumes which had filled the little parlor came into her mind, giving a new current to her thoughts. She unconsciously fell to thinking of the sculptor, and, by a natural connection of ideas, of Ninitta, who was still nominally posing for her.
To a vain man, it is often harder to be entrapped through stupidity or awkwardness than through crime. Fenton realized well enough how impossible it was now to correct the evil that had been done. He might have explained away the fact that Ninitta had been his model, but his own bearing under the accusation had produced an impression not to be eradicated.
She still suffered, and Fenton's brutal manner brought tears to her eyes, but she was benumbed and dazed, and could neither think nor feel clearly. "Grant found out himself," she said, "that I posed." "Well?" Fenton demanded, with an intensity that made his smooth voice hoarse. "That's all," Ninitta responded dully. "I'm going away."
There ran through his mind a sudden pang of fear, but he said to himself instantly that Edith was not one to suspect evil, and she could not possibly know the truth. "Painting Ninitta?" he returned. "Why do you ask that?" "Because Fred Rangely told Helen at dinner to-night that you were."
Having in the supreme hour of temptation, however, overcome herself and given him up, it was not perhaps strange that Helen unconsciously fell somewhat into the attitude of assuming that this sacrifice gave her not only the right to sit in judgment upon Ninitta, but also that of having done somewhat more than might justly have been demanded of her.
But ah, how tiresome she is!" Then, aloud, he said: "Come, come, don't be foolish, Ninitta! You know as well as I do that there is no danger, if you are only careful." And putting aside his palette again, he soothed her with soft words until she was calm enough to be sent home. When she was gone, he shrugged his shoulders, and spread out his hands with a deprecatory gesture.
She had insisted upon returning to her attic, although Helen had not allowed her to depart without promising not to abscond a second time. Ninitta was grateful to Mrs. Greyson with all the ardor of her passionate southern heart.
He had even come to feel so much tenderness toward the mother of his child, the woman in whose behalf he had made the great sacrifice of his life, that a pale but steadfast glow of affection shone always in his heart for his wife. But his patience, his delicacy, his steadfastness counted for little with Ninitta.
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