Quick, man!' Mr.Beeton crossed the road under the noses of the omnibuses and arrested Bessie then on her way northward.

She recognised him as the man in authority who used to glare at her when she passed up Dick's staircase, and her first impulse was to run.
'Wasn't you Mr.Heldar's model ?' said Mr.Beeton, planting himself in front of her.

'You was.

He's on the other side of the road and he'd like to see you.' 'Why ?' said Bessie, faintly.

She remembered--indeed had never for long forgotten--an affair connected with a newly finished picture.
'Because he has asked me to do so, and because he's most particular blind.' 'Drunk ?' 'No.