ched voice from the passage.

five-and-twenty, his comely face glowing in excitement. With one

ok here! What d'you thin

n illustration, entitled "Sanctuary," and sta

come out well?-deuce take

urton, who had the air of a grave elder

there. Don't you feel any surprise? Haven't you got anythin

meant coin of the realm-

urse. But I've arrived, I'm lance, the way is clear! Why, you

a month or two ago, you hadn't language contemptuou

like that when one hasn't enough to eat and can't sell a picture. I don't pretend to have altered my opinion about photogravures, and al

d anything o

s detected what you were thinking, and I saw it didn't

cried Warburton. "I

you like. I maintain that the thing isn't half bad.

aspect indicating the last degree of vagrant wretchedness; worn out, she had fallen asleep in a most graceful attitude, and the rays of a winter sunset smote upon her pallid countenance. Before her stood the

ton House, Warburton, it would ha

it very

good or not? Of course you know nothing about it, but I tell you, for your information, I think it's a confoundedly clever bit of wo

gel

e girls with angelic fa

ith a leg over the arm of his cha

id. "I came across the P

re?

t three or four days with them.

me," replied Franks. "Well, for more th

t the Pomfrets and their niece

all about it, and growled for five or six hours

gotten all about it. I made up my mind suddenly, you know. We're having a troublesome time in Ailie Street, and it was holiday no

ut that presently; I want to hear of Rosamu

valley below. And there, as I went in to dinner at the hotel, I found the three. Good old Pomfret would

the artist, absently. "But Rosa

nk. She certainly

h her?" asked Frank

. I forget whether our concl

trode about the room with

led that I shall take it. Risk be hanged. I'm going to make money. What an ass I was to take that fellow's first offer for 'Sanctuary'! It was low water with me, and I felt bilious. Fifty guineas! Your fault, a good deal, you know; you made me think worse of it than it deserved. You'll see;

etting on?" asked Warb

hat would start us. But I don't care even if I only get half that, I shall be married all the same. Rosamund has plenty of pluck. I couldn't ask her to start life on a pound a week-about my average for the last two years; but with two or three hundred in hand, and a decent little house, like that of Mrs. Cross's, at a reasonabl

oo

ve had to chuck painting altogether, and turn clerk or dock-labourer. But let me stay in your debt a little longer,

rsation. Franks lit a cigarette, and tried to sit still, but was very soon pac

ple have got hold of the idea that if a thing is popular it must be bad art. That's all rot. I'm going in for popularity. Look here! Suppose that's what I was meant for? What if it's the best I have in

much about art as I do about the differential calculus. To make money is a good and joyfu

it must be a popular type of beauty. I've been haunting refreshment bars and florists' shops; lots of good material,

Warburton, with an a

rd wrong? I'm not

ht. But that's your

ith an odd expression, as if a joke had be

t it

is; yes, yes

at once to a