place, and it was kind of you, sir, to take her to different managers.
She has given me an exact account of all you did for her.

"'We are going to be married to-morrow, and next week we sail for the
States. I live, sir, in Chicago City, and if you are ever in America
Lucy and myself will esteem it an honour if you will come to see us.

"'Lucy would write to you herself if she were not tired, having had to
look after many things.

"'I am, dear sir,

"'Very sincerely yours,

"'JAMES WAINSCOTT.'"

"Lucy wanted life," said Rodney, "and she will find her adventure
sooner or later. Poor Lucy!"

"Lucy is the stuff the great women are made of and will make a noise in
the world yet."

"It is well she has gone; for it is many years since there was honour
in Ireland for a Grania."

"Maybe you'll meet her in Paris and will do another statue from her."

"It wouldn't be the same thing. Ah! my statue, my poor statue. Nothing
but a lump of clay. I nearly went out of my mind. At first I thought it
was the priest who ordered it to be broken. But no, two little boys who
heard a priest talking. They tell strange stories in Dublin about that
statue. It appears that, after seeing it, Father McCabe went straight
to Father Brennan, and the priests sat till midnight, sipping their
punch and considering this fine point of theology--if a man may ask a
woman to sit naked to him; and then if it would be justifiable to
employ a naked woman for a statue of the Virgin. Father Brennan said,
'Nakedness is not a sin,' and Father McCabe said, 'Nakedness may not be
in itself a sin, but it leads to sin, and is therefore unjustifiable.'
At their third tumbler of punch they had reached Raphael, and at the
fourth Father McCabe held that bad statues were more likely to excite
devotional feelings than good ones, bad statues being further removed
from perilous Nature."

"I can see the two priests, I can hear them. If an exception be made in
favour of the Virgin, would the sculptor be justified in employing a
model to do a statue of a saint?"

"No one supposes that Rubens did not employ a model for his descent
from the Cross," said Rodney.

"A man is different, that's what the priests would say."

"Yet, that slender body, slipping like a cut flower into women's hands,
has inspired more love in woman than the Virgin has in men."

"I can see these two obtuse priests. I can hear them. I should like to
write the scene," said Harding.

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