She laughed softly to herself.
"It is very good indeed of you, Mr.Trent," she said earnestly.

"I was quite nervous about coming, for I had no idea that you would be so kind.
Shall I finish my sketch first, and then perhaps you will be able to spare me a few minutes for the interview ?" "Just as you like," he answered.

"May I look at it ?" "Certainly," she answered, holding out the block; "but it isn't half finished yet." "Will it take long ?" "About an hour, I think." "You are very clever," he said, with a little sigh.
She laughed outright.
"People are calling you the cleverest man in London to-day," she said.
"Pshaw! It isn't the cleverness that counts for anything that makes money." Then he set his teeth hard together and swore vigorously but silently.
She had become suddenly interested in her work.

A shrill burst of laughter from the lawn in front had rung sharply out, startling them both.

A young woman with fluffy hair and in a pale blue dinner-dress was dancing to an unseen audience.