"Shall we try a few effects, Miss Castleton?" he inquired, after a period of constraint that had its effect on both of them.
"I am in your hands," she said simply.
He made suggestions. She fell into the positions so easily, so naturally, so effectively, that he put aside all previous doubts and blurted out:
"You have posed before, Miss Castleton."
She smiled frankly. "But not for a really truly portrait," she said. "Such as this is to be."
He hesitated an instant. "I think I recall a canvas by Maurice Hawkright," he said, and at once experienced a curious sense of perturbation. It was not unlike fear.
Instead of betraying the confusion or surprise he expected, Miss Castleton merely raised her eyebrows inquiringly.
"What has that to do with me, Mr. Booth?" she asked.
He laughed awkwardly.
"Don't you know his work?" he inquired, with a slight twist of his lip.