"I've got a model."
"Never mind your model. Open the door. How are you? what are you painting?"
"This; what do you think of it?"
"It is prettily composed. I think it will come out all right. I am going to
England; come to say good-bye."
"Going to England! What will you do in England?"
"I have to go about money matters; very tiresome. I had really begun to forget there was such a place."
"But you are not going to stay there?"
"Oh, no!"
"You will be just in time to see the Academy."
The conversation turned on art, and we æstheticised for an hour. At last Marshall said, "I am really sorry, old chap, but I must send you away; there's that model."