quid a week just for sitting still and being drawn. And there's a quid on account.'
'For nothing? Oh, my!' The girl turned the sovereign in her hand, and with more foolish tears: 'Ain't neither o' you two gentlemen afraid of my bilking you?'
'No. Only ugly girls do that. Try and remember this place. And, by the way, what's your name?'
'I'm Bessie,—Bessie— It's no use giving the rest. Bessie Broke,—Stone-broke if you like. What's your names? But there,—no one ever gives the real ones.'
Dick consulted Torpenhow with his eyes.
'My name's Heldar, and my friend's called Torpenhow; and you must be sure to come here. Where do you live?'
'South-the-water,—one room,—five and sixpence a week. Aren't you making fun of me about that three quid?'
'You'll see later on. And, Bessie, next time you come, remember, you needn't wear that paint. It's bad for the skin, and I have all the colours you'll be likely to need.'
Bessie withdrew, scrubbing her cheek with a ragged pocket-handkerchief. The two men looked at each other.
