"Now, then," said he, setting to work.

"Head a little more that way.Capital.

Don't move.

If you're very quiet I'll give you a shilling." Presently he asked, "What are you?
If you hadn't been a literary gent I'd have thought you might be a gipsy." Paul flushed and started.

"I'm not a gipsy." "Steady, steady," exclaimed the artist.