“There’s a gentleman to see you, Miss Marion.”
I jumped up and ran out into the hall. A short, dark man was mounting the stairs. I thought at first he was a picture-dealer I had once seen at Mr. Sands’ studio.
“Miss Ascough?” he asked.
I bowed and led him to my room.
He said he had obtained my name from Mr. Sands and that he wanted to engage me as a model for some decorative work he was doing. He had seen me several times about the studio buildings, and had decided I was the type for this particular work. As he said the work would
I was posing in a gypsy costume.
last all summer, I was delighted, and I thanked him fervently. Then he said:
“Suppose we have a little supper together somewhere.”