Margaret and Lucian looked up; she appeared to have heard nothing that they had been saying, she was sitting with her hands clasped round one knee, her head thrown back.
"Sketch you?" Lucian repeated.
"Yes," she answered. "Please begin at once."
"In that attitude?"
"You may choose your attitude."
"Oh, if I may choose!" he said, springing up. He stood for a moment looking at her as she sat there. Unrepressed admiration of her beauty shone in his eyes.
"I didn't know you could paint portraits, Mr. Spenser," remarked Margaret.
"I can now; at least I shall try," he answered, with enthusiasm. "Will you give me all the sittings I want, Miss Thorne?"
"Yes. This is the first."
"To-morrow—" began Margaret.