Elias's eyes were full of the young girl's beauty; his ears still rang with the music of her laughter; the prospect that old Redwood held out was such an unexpected and such a tempting one: “So be it,” he said impulsively. “You shall have the picture.”
“It's a bargain,” cried Redwood. “Shake on it.” After they had shaken hands: “When would you like to begin?”
“At once—as soon as possible.”
“I'll ask her to fix an early day.”
“But are you sure? Is there no chance of her refusing?”
“Now, haven't I given you my word? What you afraid of? The sittings, of course, will be had at her residence, not in your studio.”
“Oh, of course. Just as she chooses about that. Is—is she an actress?”
“An actress!” The old man laughed. “Bless you, no! What put that idea into your head?”
“Oh, I don't know. I thought she might be. But her name—you haven't told me her name.”
“Her name—Excuse me a minute,” said Redwood.