“And ended up as you are now minus the cost of the postage,” said Montague.
She took up her brush again. “Yes, that is quite possible; but I should have had the satisfaction of knowing that I had done my best.”
“You’ve done much more for yourself by just taking a rest and sketching,” said Montague. “Have you done any besides this?”
She answered him with her eyes upon her work. “Three.”
“Will you let me see them?”
“If you wish.”
“When?”
“Whenever you like.”
“May I come round to-night then—sometime after dinner? I went round to your diggings just now. It was the old woman who sent me on here. Extraordinary old witch! Does she make you comfortable?”
“The place is quite clean,” said Frances.