"Now I must repose myself," said mademoiselle, walking lightly from end to end of the room, and humming a French air, by way of taking a rest.
I was at my wit's end, and the young ladies saw it.

They all surrounded my unmanageable sitter, and appealed to her compassion for me.
"Certainly!" said mademoiselle, expressing astonishment by flinging up both her hands with all the fingers spread out in the air.

"But why apostrophize me thus?
I am here, I am ready, I am at the service of this skillful artist.

Why apostrophize me ?" A fortunate chance question of mine steadied her for some time.

I inquired if I was expected to draw the whole of my sitter's figure as well as her face.