"She is quite unknown, I believe," she went on, ignoring the implied compliment. "A chorus-girl, or something like that. They say she is wonderfully like me—or was, at least, a few years ago."
He was silent for a few minutes, studying her face and figure with the critical eye of the artist. As he turned to the canvas with his crayon point, he remarked, with an unmistakable note of relief in his voice:
"That explains everything. It must have been Hetty Glynn who posed for all those things of Hawkright's."
"I dare say," said she indifferently.
CHAPTER X — THE GHOST AT THE FEAST
The next day he appeared bright and early with his copy of the Studio.
"There," he said, holding it before her eyes. She took it from his hands and stared long and earnestly at the reproduction.
"Do you think it like me?" she inquired innocently.