Dick leaned against the wall and sketched for an hour, till the kerosene lamps began to smell, and the girls threw themselves panting on the hard-beaten ground.

Then he shut his book with a snap and moved away, Binat plucking feebly at his elbow.

'Show me,' he whimpered.

'I too was once an artist, even I!' Dick showed him the rough sketch.

'Am I that ?' he screamed.
'Will you take that away with you and show all the world that it is I,--Binat ?' He moaned and wept.
'Monsieur has paid for all,' said Madame.