You'll see her! Before she comes, I must scrape out Joanna, so as to look at the thing quite fresh.

But I daresay I shall only make a few sketches of the lady to-day." "Who is she, and where did you get her!" Bentley laughed.

"You won't like her, my dear! Never mind.

Her appearance is magnificent--whatever her mind and morals may be." And he described how he had heard of the lady from an artist friend who had originally seen her at a music-hall, and had persuaded her to come and sit to him.

The comic haste and relief with which he had now transferred her to Bentley lost nothing in Bentley's telling.