The door was opened to him by the landlady, who smiled recognition.
"No, sir, Mr.Franks isn't at home, and hasn't been since after breakfast this morning.

And I don't understand it; because he told me last night that he'd be working all day, and I was to get meals for him as usual.

And at ten o'clock the model came--that rough man he's putting into the new picture, you know, sir; and I had to send him away, when he'd waited more than an hour." Warburton was puzzled.
"I'll take my turn at waiting," he said.

"Will you please light the gas for me in the studio ?" The studio was merely, in lodging-house language, the first floor front; a two-windowed room, with the advantage of north light.

On the walls hung a few framed paintings, several unframed and unfinished, water-colour sketches, studies in crayon, photographs, and so on.