"And yo'r shilling will make it four and sevenpence-ha'penny." "Good God!" said-the young man.

He went on drawing for some time in silence.

Then he said: "My brother is a painter--rather a swell--a Royal Academician.

He would love to paint you.

So would other fellows.
You could easily earn your living as a model--doing as a business, you know, what you're doing now for fun, more or less." "How much could I earn ?" "It all depends.