They plunged into talk of Tyrol, of the Dolomites, of Venice, and, so talking, passed into the dining-room.
"Queer little house this, isn't it ?" said Mrs.Franks as she sat down to table.

"Everything is sacrificed to the studio; there's no room to turn anywhere else.

We must look at once for more comfortable quarters." "It's only meant for a man living alone," said the artist, with a laugh.

Franks laughed frequently, whether what he said was amusing or not.

"Yes, we must find something roomier.
"A score of sitters waiting for you, I suppose ?" said Warburton.
"Oh, several.