"You are horrible!" Elsa exclaimed.
Millar saw her distress and rang the bell. When Heinrich entered he said:
"Get a little red leather pocketbook out of my overcoat."
"Oh, you need not fear; I shall not cry this morning," Elsa said.
"I am not apprehensive, but I thought you were laughing," Millar said. "When girls laugh I fear they are going to cry. Why did you come here?"
"I want to have my portrait painted, and I shall come every day," Elsa replied.
"You mean you want to come every day, and therefore you will have to have your portrait painted," said the cynic.
"You are an expert word juggler," said Elsa.
"Do you know that another lady comes here to have her portrait painted?"
"Yes; that is why I am coming," Elsa declared boldly. "I want to see whose portrait will be better."