"Let me see; I think I have here the very person," Millar said.
He walked over and opened the hall door.
"Mimi, come in here and wait; it is warmer," he called.
CHAPTER XI
To the amazement of Elsa, the shrinking little model came in, hesitating on the threshold. She wore a red woolen jersey over her bodice that fitted her tightly and made her look very slight and shivering. She looked with wide-open eyes at the beautiful girl and dropped a courtesy as she sat in the seat Millar drew out for her. Elsa nodded at her in silence, and Millar, after watching them a few seconds with a smile of amusement, walked out of the room, whistling softly. Mimi was the first to break the silence, squirming under Elsa's direct scrutiny.
"Madam is waiting for the artist?"
"Yes," Elsa replied shortly.
"So am I," Mimi said, adding, with engaging frankness: