THE FIRST SITTING.
Two days later the young artist sent word to Grace that he was ready to
give her a first sitting.
She was not long in finding her way to the studio.
"You have not delayed Miss Framley on my account?" she said.
"No, but Miss Framley has gone to Milwaukee for a week, leaving me at
leisure."
When Grace, following directions, had seated herself in the required
attitude, Vernon engaged her in conversation about books and authors,
and each discovered that the other had a mind rarely cultivated.
Miss Dearborn's face lighted up, and became animated. She forgot that
she was sitting for her portrait, and for that very reason, perhaps,
afforded a better study for the young artist. He could not help, from
time to time, directing glances of scarcely disguised admiration at the
fair sitter. But of this she was unconscious.
When the sitting closed, she was surprised to learn that she had been
in the studio two hours.
"I hope you have not found it very tedious," said Vernon,
apologetically.
"On the contrary," answered Grace, smiling. "The time has passed
quickly."
"I am glad of that. Then you won't mind giving another sitting soon?"
"To-morrow, if you like."
"I should like it exceedingly, if it will not interfere with your
engagements."
"Oh, my engagements are those of an idle young lady, and can easily be
put off. May I see what progress you have made?"
"I would rather you would not look just yet. I have only made a
beginning."
"I will be patient, then. Indeed, I can't say I am over anxious. My own
face is quite familiar enough to me."
"If I can make it look natural, I shall be quite contented."
"I have confidence in your talent. Besides, I have heard one of your
portraits highly praised."
"Indeed! May I ask where?"
"I cannot tell you. It is a friend of Miss Framley."
"Miss Cutler?"
"Very likely. I don't know either of the young ladies, but I overheard
them in a street-car commending highly the portrait you had painted
of Miss Cutler. They seemed equally pleased," she added with a smile,
"with the low price which you asked for your work."
"Which she compelled me to accept, rather," said Vernon, with a curl of
the lip. "I should starve if all my patrons were as bent upon a good
bargain."
"Mr. Vernon," said Grace, earnestly, "I don't think you will have to
paint another portrait at such a ridiculously low price."
"Not if all were as generously disposed as you," returned Vernon,
gratefully.
"There may be others disposed to pay you a fair price. Indeed, I have
persuaded my aunt to sit to you when my portrait is finished."
"How can I thank you for your kindness, Miss Dearborn?"
"No thanks are required where an equivalent service is rendered."
Frederic Vernon was elated by this second order, for he judged that the
compensation would be equally liberal.
This was the case, for it was Grace who paid for her aunt's portrait.
Mrs. Sheldon at first objected to sitting till her niece assured her
that she wished the portrait for her own room, and wished the privilege
of paying for it.
"But, my dear, it will be so tedious sitting in the young man's studio
for an hour or two at a time."
"Oh, my dear aunt, I won't force you to do it alone. I will accompany
you."
"If you will, Grace, I shall not mind it so much. I am afraid you will
find it stupid."
"Oh, no; I think not. I can carry a magazine or novel, you know."
"To be sure."
Grace did carry some reading matter, but made little progress in it.
She and Vernon always found something to talk about, and sometimes her
aunt joined in, when the subject was not above her comprehension.
She, too, approved the artist.
"Really, my dear," she said, "the young man seems very intelligent,
and, indeed, _distingue_, if his clothes were better."
"Artists cannot dress handsomely at their work, Aunt Caroline."
"No, I suppose not. Still, I fancy Mr. Vernon is poor. He has a very
plain studio."
"He hopes to get into a better one soon, he tells me."
"He looks as if he had seen better days," said Mrs. Sheldon,
reflectively. "I've a great mind to ask him."
"Oh, pray don't, Aunt Caroline!" said Grace, in alarm.
"Why not?"
"He may be sensitive on the subject. It may arouse painful thoughts."
"Possibly; then I won't speak of it."
"I wouldn't, if I were you."
When Grace's portrait was sent home, she took pains to show it to
her friends in the hope that she might procure additional work for
the young artist. She was successful, and before Mrs. Sheldon's was
completed, Mr. Vernon had received three orders from friends of the
heiress, one a gentleman, who felt safe in patronizing one whom Miss
Dearborn spoke well of.
With considerable diffidence, on the recommendation of Grace, Vernon
ventured to charge the same sum--two hundred dollars--and was surprised
to find that his new patrons more readily agreed to pay this sum than
the very modest price he had formerly asked. They took it for granted
that a man who demanded such prices must be an artist of high rank, and
agreed to his terms without a word.
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."
"I shall be glad to accept your commission."
"I suppose the terms will be the same," said the young lady, carelessly.
"I am afraid not."
"Miss Framley told me you wouldn't charge me any more than she paid."
"Miss Framley is in error."
"I might be willing to pay you twenty-five dollars," said the young
lady, disappointed, "though I felt sure you would charge me no more
than my friends."
"I am charging two hundred dollars now for portraits," said the young
artist, gravely.
"Two hundred dollars!" ejaculated the visitor. "Surely, no one would
pay you that."
"I have three orders on hand, each of which will pay me that sum."
"I can't understand it," said Miss Simmons, bewildered.
"I believe the quality of my work is getting known and appreciated,"
said Vernon, smiling at the young lady's amazement. "Your friends were
fortunate enough to employ me when I was wholly unknown."
Some months after--to anticipate a little--when Vernon had become a
fashionable portrait painter, Miss Simmons actually sat to him, and
paid his price.
It is the way of the world. We are willing to pay any sum at the
bidding of Fashion, with little regard to what we pay for.
But while Vernon's worldly success had improved, there was another
consequence of his acquaintance with Grace which disquieted him. In
spite of all the arguments which reason could offer, he felt that he
was drifting--had already drifted--into love for the beautiful girl to
whose kindness of heart he owed his new prosperity.