Now, how much would take you to London and keep you there for six months, till you've made a few friends and done some work ?' 'A hundred pounds,' said the painter, breathing hard.
'A hundred pounds.

And what about the wife ?' 'Her father very likely would give her shelter, and the child.

And of course I should leave her provided.' 'Well, and what about my security?
How, John, in plain words, do you propose to repay me ?' Mr.Morrison spoke with extreme mildness.

His blue eyes, whereof the whites were visible all round the pupils, shone benevolently on the artist--his mouth was all sensibility.

Whereas, for a moment, there had been something of the hawk in his attitude and expression, he was now the dove--painfully obliged to pay a passing attention to business.
Fenwick hesitated.
'You mentioned six guineas, I think, for this portrait ?' He nodded towards the canvas, on which he had been at work.
'I did.