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"Vos that you yelling for the shanitor, Mr. Sdanwell?" inquired an affable voice through the doorway; and Stanwell, turning with a laugh, confronted the squat figure of a middle-aged man in an expensive fur coat, who looked as if his face secreted the oil which he used on his hair. "Hullo, Shepson I should say I was yelling. Did you ever feel such an atmosphere?

"Like business! Like a big order for a bortrait, Mr. Sdanwell dat's what it's like!" cried Shepson, swinging round on him. Stanwell's stare widened. "An order for me?" "Vy not? Accidents vill happen," said Shepson jocosely. "De fact is, Mrs. Archer Millington wants to be bainted you know her sdyle? Well, she prides herself on her likeness to little Gladys.

It was part of Shepson's business to have a quick ear for the note of finality, and he offered no resistance to Stanwell's friendly impulsion; but on the threshold he paused to murmur, with a regretful glance at the denuded studio: "You could haf done it, Mr. Sdanwell you could haf done it!"

He leaned back against the wall, his hands in his pockets, a cigarette between his lips, while Shepson paced the dirty floor or halted impatiently before an untouched canvas on the easel. "I tell you vat it is, Mr. Sdanwell, I can't make you out!" he lamented. "Last vinter you got a sdart that vould have kept most men going for years. After making dat hit vith Mrs.

Shepson gave a dry laugh. "Vell, it doesn't sdrike me that you want to now doing this kind of thing, you know!" And he swept a comprehensive hand about the studio. "Ah," said Stanwell, who could not keep a note of flatness out of his laugh. "See here, Mr. Sdanwell, vot do you do it for? If you do it for yourself and the other fellows, vell and good only don't ask me round.

That fool has forgotten to light the stove. Come in, but for heaven's sake don't take off your coat." Mr. Shepson glanced about the studio with a look which seemed to say that, where so much else was lacking, the absence of a fire hardly added to the general sense of destitution. "Vell, you ain't as vell fixed as Mr. Mungold ever been to his studio, Mr. Sdanwell?