The fact that he had felt justified in taking a more commodious and spacious studio, and had purchased a new suit, helped him, for most people judge by appearances.
Before he left the old studio, however, he had a call from a friend of Miss Framley and Miss Cutler, who ignorant of the favorable turn in his affairs, expected to obtain his work on equally favorable terms.
Frederic Vernon was alone when the young lady—Miss Henrietta Simmons—came sailing in, rustling in silk, and modeled after the latest fashion plate.
"Mr. Vernon, I suppose?" she said, condescendingly.
"The same, miss."
"Two of my friends, Miss Cutler and Miss Framley, have sat to you for their portraits."
The artist bowed.
"Really, you succeeded very well in both," said the young lady, patronizingly.
"Thank you for saying so."
"I have about made up my mind to employ you."