Here was a humbler scene! But Doris's fancy at once divined a score of links between it and the high comedy yonder.
Meanwhile, at the name of Dunstable, the girl accountant in the distance had also moved sharply, so as to look at the young man.

But in the bustle of Madame Vavasour's entrance, and her passage to the sitter's chair, the girl's gesture passed unnoticed.
"I'm just worn out, Maestro!" said the model languidly, uplifting a pair of tragic eyes to the artist.

"I sat up half the night writing.

I had a subject which tormented me.

But I have done something _splendid_! Isn't it splendid, Herbert ?" "Ripping!" said the young man, grinning widely.
"Sit down!" said Madame, with a change of tone.