Mr. Haveloc smiled, and remained silent, watching Margaret, whose attitudes rivalled those of her greyhound in beauty.
"Mr. Haveloc," said Margaret, looking up again, and blushing, "what were you drawing just now?"
"So, you have some curiosity," he said, smiling.
"Because," she said timidly, "I should not wonder if you were drawing Gessina—and—I wish you would show it to me—if you were."
"With pleasure. I will just put a few more touches. You will not be satisfied if it is not a very flattering likeness."
"Have you done, Mr. Haveloc?"
"Not quite."
"Will you show it me presently, Mr. Haveloc? Will you show it me now?"
"You do not give me time to do my best," said he, as he handed her a sheet of note paper, on which he had just made a pretty little sketch of the greyhound.