Hat, stick, and gloves in hand, he really seemed respectable,--more than respectable,--Gentleman Waife every inch of him; and saying, "Look your best, Sophy, and sit still, if you can," nodded pleasantly to the three, and hobbled down the stairs.

Sophy--whom Vance had just settled into a chair, with her head bent partially down (three-quarters), as the artist had released "The loose train of her amber-dropping hair," and was contemplating aspect and position with a painter's meditative eye-started up, to his great discomposure, and rushed to the window.

She returned to her seat with her mind much relieved.

Waife was walking in an opposite direction to that which led towards the whilolm quarters of the Norfolk Giant and the Two-headed Calf.
"Come, come," said Vance, impatiently, "you have broken an idea in half.
I beg you will not stir till I have placed you; and then, if all else of you be still, you may exercise your tongue.

I give you leave to talk." SOPHY (penitentially).--"I am so sorry--I beg pardon.