"Do they give their portraits now ?" "Little girls--innocent lambs?
Surely--to old friends.

Didn't they in your time ?" Mr.Longdon studied the portrait again; after which, with an exhalation of something between superiority and regret, "They never did to me," he returned.
"Well, you can have all you want now!" Vanderbank laughed.
His friend gave a slow droll headshake.

"I don't want them 'now'!" "You could do with them, my dear sir, still," Vanderbank continued in the same manner, "every bit _I_ do!" "I'm sure you do nothing you oughtn't." Mr.Longdon kept the photograph and continued to look at it.

"Her mother told me about her--promised me I should see her next time." "You must--she's a great friend of mine." Mr.Longdon was really deep in it.

"Is she clever ?" Vanderbank turned it over.