"I thought you didn't mean to begin standing for the nude." "I don't want to stay poor always." Hilary turned round at the strange tone of these unexpected words.
The girl was in a streak of sunlight; her pale cheeks flushed; her pale, half-opened lips red; her eyes, in their setting of short black lashes, wide and mutinous; her young round bosom heaving as if she had been running.
"I don't want to go on copying books all my life." "Oh, very well." "Mr.Dallison! I didn't mean that--I didn't really! I want to do what you tell me to do--I do!" Hilary stood contemplating her with the dubious, critical look, as though asking: "What is there behind you?
Are you really a genuine edition, or what ?" which had so disconcerted her before.

At last he said: "You must do just as you like.

I never advise anybody." "But you don't want me to--I know you don't.

Of course, if you don't want me to, then it'll be a pleasure not to!" Hilary smiled.
"Don't you like copying for Mr.Stone ?" The little model made a face.

"I like Mr.Stone--he's such a funny old gentleman." "That is the general opinion," answered Hilary.