Beautiful?
Well, wait till you see her ...

H'm--that shoulder won't do!"-- Doris had just placed a preliminary sketch of one of her "subjects" under his eyes--"and that bit of perspective in the corner wants a lot of seeing to.

Look here!" The old Academician, brought up in the spirit of Ingres--"le dessin, c'est la probite!--le dessin, c'est l'honneur!"-- fell eagerly to work on the sketch, and Doris watched.
They were both absorbed, when there was a knock at the door.

Doris turned hastily, expecting to see the model.

Instead of which there entered, in response to Bentley's "Come in!" a girl of four or five and twenty, in a blue linen dress and a shady hat, who nodded a quiet "Good afternoon" to the artist, and proceeded at once with an air of business to a writing-table at the further end of the studio, covered with papers.
"Miss Wigram," said the artist, raising his voice, "let me introduce you to my niece, Mrs.Meadows." The girl rose from her chair again and bowed.