Grace, on her part, was not insensible to the fact that Vernon, though poor, was as noble in appearance as any of her guests. The young artist had been remarkably extravagant in providing himself with a dress-suit of fine quality, and no one would argue his poverty from his appearance.
"I hope, Mr. Vernon," said the heiress, "that you have plenty of orders."
"Enough, at all events, to fill up my time," answered Vernon, "thanks, I am very sure, to your friendly recommendation."
"I feel entirely justified in recommending you," said Grace.
"It is friendly, nevertheless."
"I shall not dispute that, for I wish to be friendly."
"I am sincerely grateful for all your kindness, Miss Dearborn," said the artist, earnestly. "It has done me more good than perhaps you dream of."
"I am sincerely glad to hear it, Mr. Vernon."
"Before painting your portrait I will confess that I was tempted at times to despair. I had been for a long time struggling hard, and apparently with little hopes of success. My sitters were unwilling to pay me even the paltry price I asked."
"I believe the young lady we have just passed was one of your sitters?" said Grace, referring to Miss Framley, who had bestowed her attentions upon a callow youth of eighteen, failing to secure a more eligible partner.