"And did you not know that papa was the great Herbert Smith?" she asked. "What fun! Did you know, Madge?"
"Yes," said Madge, looking shyly into Raymond's face.
"O Madge, how could you let me go on talking to Mr. Smith about my poor little paintings without telling me."
"He told me not to tell you," she said.
"Yes," said Mr. Smith; "I wanted, Raymond, to watch you for a little while, before you knew who I was. I wanted to see if your whole heart was really devoted to painting, and that you were likely to rise in your profession, before I offered you assistance. I am satisfied; and now shake hands: if you are willing to endure a life of labour, I think I can promise you success."
"I am willing for anything," said Raymond. And to Madge he whispered, "You shall glory in me some day, little sister."
