See?
Come round when you can; I'd like to introduce you to old March.

That's going to be our address." He put a card on the table beside the envelope, and Beaton allowed him to go without making him take the check back.

He had remembered his father's plea; that unnerved him, and he promised himself again to return his father's poor little check and to work on that picture and give it to Fulkerson for the check he had left and for his back debts.
He resolved to go to work on the picture at once; he had set his palette for it; but first he looked at Fulkerson's check.

It was for only fifty dollars, and the canny Scotch blood in Beaton rebelled; he could not let this picture go for any such money; he felt a little like a man whose generosity has been trifled with.

The conflict of emotions broke him up, and he could not work.
IV The day wasted away in Beaton's hands; at half-past four o'clock he went out to tea at the house of a lady who was At Home that afternoon from four till seven.