Never heard of Morgan.
Mrs. Upjohn.
No, nor anybody else. That’s what I tell ’er. Why waste your time givin’ settin’s to a risin’ young artist when the big men ’ud go down on their ’ands and knees to do you? But that’s Lil all over. She’s the best-natured girl in the world, and so she gets imposed on all round.
Farncombe.
Gallantly. I prophesy that Mr. Morgan’s picture of Miss Parradell won’t have dried before he’s quite famous.
Mrs. Upjohn.
Turning a pair of dull eyes full upon him. ’Ow do you mean?
Farncombe.
Disconcerted. Er—I mean—
Mrs. Upjohn.