I tried him almost secretly at first, for I was really rather afraid of the judgement my other models would pass on such a choice.

If they regarded Miss Churm as little better than a snare what would they think of the representation by a person so little the real thing as an Italian street-vendor of a protagonist formed by a public school?
If I went a little in fear of them it wasn't because they bullied me, because they had got an oppressive foothold, but because in their really pathetic decorum and mysteriously permanent newness they counted on me so intensely.

I was therefore very glad when Jack Hawley came home: he was always of such good counsel.

He painted badly himself, but there was no one like him for putting his finger on the place.

He had been absent from England for a year; he had been somewhere--I don't remember where--to get a fresh eye.