'
'An art-student!' replied Gudrun.
And how the situation revealed itself to her! She saw the girl
art-student, unformed and of pernicious recklessness, too young, her
straight flaxen hair cut short, hanging just into her neck, curving
inwards slightly, because it was rather thick; and Loerke, the
well-known master-sculptor, and the girl, probably well-brought-up, and
of good family, thinking herself so great to be his mistress. Oh how
well she knew the common callousness of it all. Dresden, Paris, or
London, what did it matter? She knew it.
'Where is she now?' Ursula asked.
Loerke raised his shoulders, to convey his complete ignorance and
indifference.
'That is already six years ago,' he said; 'she will be twenty-three
years old, no more good.'
Gerald had picked up the picture and was looking at it. It attracted
him also. He saw on the pedestal, that the piece was called 'Lady
Godiva.'
'But this isn't Lady Godiva,' he said, smiling good-humouredly. 'She
was the middle-aged wife of some Earl or other, who covered herself
with her long hair.
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