It is unfortunate, of course, that Bella dislikes it so.

I shan't be able to hang it.

Never mind.

A bargain's a bargain.' The young man drew himself up proudly.
'It is so, Mr.Morrison.And you wished me to paint your portrait, I think, and Mrs.Morrison's.' The elder man made a sign of assent.
'Well, I could run up to your place--to Bartonbury--and paint those in the winter, when I come to see my wife.

As to the rest--I'll repay you within the year--unless--well, unless I go utterly to grief, which of course I may.' 'Wait here a moment.