"'Delighted to see you, Mr. Furniss; but one thing I must ask you to understand at once—I'm not going to be sketched.'
"'I assure you,' he said, 'I shall not sketch you unless you are well aware I am drawing you, and, in fact, willingly give me assistance.'
"'That's very good of you. Now I am happy. I have made up my mind I shall never allow my face to be drawn or photographed, and once I make up my mind nothing in the world will move me.'
"'Indeed!' he replied. 'But, pardon me, you have not always had that antipathy. I am looking at a photograph of you hanging on the wall there, taken when you were a baby.'
"'Oh, ah! Do you detect that? No one knows it to be me. Of course, I was not accountable for my actions at that age.'
"'Ah, how you have altered! Dear me! why, your nose is not that shape now. Here it is Roman; you have a sort of——'
"'Have a—what, eh?'
"'Have you a pencil?' (Taking me out.) 'This will do. Now, your nose is like that.'
"'Is it? But my mouth is the same, isn't it?'
"'Not quite—I will show you.'