The little model, perceiving that she had made an effect of some sort, tried to deepen it.

She had heard they did all sorts of things to people--but, seeing at once from Hilary's face that she was not improving her effect, she broke off suddenly, and hastily began to tell him of her breakfast, of how comfortable she was now she had got her clothes; how she liked her room; how old Mr.Creed was very funny, never taking any notice of her when he met her in the morning.

Then followed a minute account of where she had been trying to get work; of an engagement promised; Mr.Lennard, too, still wanted her to pose to him.

At this she gashed a look at Hilary, then cast down her eyes.

She could get plenty of work if she began that way.