This is only a rough sketch, we can fill in the details afterward.

But think of it.

Oh, my dear boy! if I were only a man, and five-and-twenty, with such a chance before me! What a glorious career is yours, if you choose! But of course you will choose.

Good gracious, Arnold! who is that ?" She pointed to the canvas on the easel, where Iris's face was like the tale of Cambuscan, half told.
"It is no one you know, Clara." "One of your models ?" She rose and examined it more closely through her glasses.

"The eyes are wonderful, Arnold.