"I remember seeing it on Christmas Day, and the little model who was sitting for it--an attractive type! Your brother-in-law told me how interested you all were in her.

Quite a romantic story, wasn't it, about her fainting from want of food when she first came to sit ?" Cecilia murmured something.

Her hands were moving nervously; she looked ill at ease.
These signs passed unperceived by Mrs.Tallents Smallpeace, whose eyes were busy.
"In the F.H.M.P., of course, I see a lot of young girls placed in delicate positions, just on the borders, don't you know?
You should really join the F.H.M.P., Mrs.Dallison.

It's a first-rate thing--most absorbing work." The doubting deepened in Cecilia's eyes.
"Oh, it must be!" she said.

"I've so little time." Mrs.Tallents Smallpeace went on at once.
"Don't you think that we live in the most interesting days?
There are such a lot of movements going on.