It was agreed that Miriam should be permitted to do the work, but only in the presence of Ithiel and two other curators, one of them her own instructor in art.
Thus it came about that when Marcus presented himself for the second time, at an hour fixed by Ithiel, he found three white-bearded and white-robed old gentlemen seated in a row in the workshop, and behind them, a smile on her dusky face, Nehushta.

As he entered they rose and bowed to him, a compliment which he returned.

Now Miriam appeared, to whom he made his salutation.
"Are these," he said, indicating the elders, "waiting their turn to be modelled, or are they critics ?" "They are critics," said Miriam drily, as she lifted the damp cloths from the rude lump of clay.
Then the work began.

As the three curators were seated in a line at the end of the shed, and did not seem to think it right to leave their chairs, they could see little of its details, and as they were early risers and the afternoon was hot, soon they were asleep, every one of them.
"Look at them," said Marcus; "there is a subject for any artist." Miriam nodded, and taking three lumps of clay, working deftly and silently, presently produced to his delighted sight rough but excellent portraits of these admirable men, who, when they woke up, laughed at them very heartily.
Thus things went on from day to day.

Each afternoon the elders attended, and each afternoon they sank to slumber in their comfortable chairs, an example that Nehushta followed, or seemed to follow, leaving Miriam and her model practically alone.