Now I've got to tell you again that I am Priam Farll.

Honestly I wish I wasn't, but I am.

The deuce of it is that that fellow that came here this morning has found it out, and there's going to be trouble.

At least there has been trouble, and there may be more." She was impressed.

She knew not what to say.
"But, Priam----" "He's paid me five hundred to-day for that picture I've just finished." "Five hund----" Priam snatched the notes from his pocket, and with a gesture pardonably dramatic he bade her count them.
"Count them," he repeated, when she hesitated.
"Is it right ?" he asked when she had finished.
"Oh, it's right enough," she agreed.