That's poor consolation now.' In the afternoon of the third day Torpenhow heard Dick calling for him.
'All finished!' he shouted.

'I've done it! Come in! Isn't she a beauty?
Isn't she a darling?
I've been down to hell to get her; but isn't she worth it ?' Torpenhow looked at the head of a woman who laughed,--a full-lipped, hollow-eyed woman who laughed from out of the canvas as Dick had intended she would.
'Who taught you how to do it ?' said Torpenhow.

'The touch and notion have nothing to do with your regular work.

What a face it is! What eyes, and what insolence!' Unconsciously he threw back his head and laughed with her.

'She's seen the game played out,--I don't think she had a good time of it,--and now she doesn't care.