CHAPTER XXV. THE WIGMORE VENUS 

The morning was so brilliantly fine; the populace popped to and fro in so active and cheery a manner; and everybody appeared to be so absolutely in the pink, that a casual observer of the city of New York would have said that it was one of those happy days. Yet Archie Moffam, as he turned out of the sun-bathed street into the ramshackle building on the third floor of which was the studio belonging to his artist friend, James B. Wheeler, was faintly oppressed with a sort of a kind of feeling that something was wrong. He would not have gone so far as to say that he had the pip--it was more a vague sense of discomfort. And, searching for first causes as he made his way upstairs, he came to the conclusion that the person responsible for this nebulous depression was his wife, Lucille. It seemed to Archie that at breakfast that morning Lucille's manner had been subtly rummy. Nothing you could put your finger on, still--rummy. 

Musing thus, he reached the studio, and found the door open and the room empty. It had the air of a room whose owner has dashed in to fetch his golf-clubs and biffed off, after the casual fashion of the artist temperament, without bothering to close up behind him. And such, indeed, was the case. The studio had seen the last of J. B. Wheeler for that day: but Archie, not realising this and feeling that a chat with Mr. Wheeler, who was a light-hearted bird, was what he needed this morning, sat down to wait. After a few moments, his gaze, straying over the room, encountered a handsomely framed picture, and he went across to take a look at it. 
What chapter are we on?
Is the day dreary?
In what city are the happy people?
Who turns in to the building?
Which floor does he go to?
Who lives there?
What does he do for a living?
Who did he hold accountable for his mental state?
And who's she?
When did he feel she was acting rummy?
Did he have to knock at the studio?
Who was there?
What did he feel he needed to do with Wheeler?
How does he describe the artist?
What does he decide to do since the artist's away?
What does he see across the room?
Does he turn away from it?
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CHAPTER XXV. THE WIGMORE VENUS
no
The morning was so brilliantly fine;
New York
hat a casual observer of the city of New York would have said that it was one of those happy days
Archie Moffam
Yet Archie Moffam, as he turned out of the sun-bathed street into the ramshackle building
third
Yet Archie Moffam, as he turned out of the sun-bathed street into the ramshackle building on the third floor
James B. Wheeler,
Yet Archie Moffam, as he turned out of the sun-bathed street into the ramshackle building on the third floor of which was the studio belonging to his artist friend, James B. Wheeler,
he is an artist
Yet Archie Moffam, as he turned out of the sun-bathed street into the ramshackle building on the third floor of which was the studio belonging to his artist friend, James B. Wheeler,
Lucille
 he came to the conclusion that the person responsible for this nebulous depression was his wife, Lucille.
his wife
his wife, Lucille
that morning
It seemed to Archie that at breakfast that morning Lucille's manner had been subtly rummy. Nothing you could put your finger on, still--rummy. 

no
 he reached the studio, and found the door open and the room empty
no one
he reached the studio, and found the door open and the room empty
chat
 The studio had seen the last of J. B. Wheeler for that day: but Archie, not realising this and feeling that a chat with Mr. Wheeler
a light-hearted bird
 feeling that a chat with Mr. Wheeler, who was a light-hearted bird
wait
but Archie, not realising this and feeling that a chat with Mr. Wheeler, who was a light-hearted bird, was what he needed this morning, sat down to wait. 
a picture
After a few moments, his gaze, straying over the room, encountered a handsomely framed picture, and he went across to take a look at it.
no
, encountered a handsomely framed picture, and he went across to take a look at it.