I've had no chances.' 'Let's all pray to have none,' said Cuningham, good-naturedly.

'I had no notion you were such a swell.' But his light-blue eyes as they rested on Fenwick were less friendly.
His Scotch prudence was alarmed.

Had he in truth introduced a genius unawares to his only profitable patron?
'Who is the model, if I may ask ?' said Lord Findon, still examining the picture.
The reply came haltingly, after a pause.
'Oh!--some one I knew in Westmoreland.' The speaker had turned red.

Naturally no one asked any further questions.

Cuningham noticed that the face was certainly from the same original as the face in the sketch-book, but he kept his observation to himself.
Lord Findon, with the eagerness of a Londoner discovering some new thing, fell into quick talk with Fenwick; looked him meanwhile up and down, his features, bearing, clothes; noticed his North-Country accent, and all the other signs of the plebeian.