Part 8 (1/2)

SOPHY.--”Oh, yes; Grandfather gave me one.”

VANCE.--”And you were fond of that doll?”

SOPHY.--”Very.”

VANCE.--”Fancy that young gentleman is your doll grown big, that it is asleep, and you are watching that no one hurts it; Mr. Rugge, for instance. Throw your whole soul into that thought,--love for doll, apprehension of Rugge. Lionel, keep still, and shut your eyes; do.”

LIONEL (grumbling).--”I did not come here to be made a doll of.”

VANCE.--”Coax him to be quiet, Miss Sophy, and sleep peaceably, or I shall do him a mischief. I can be a Rugge, too, if I am put out.”

SOPHY (in the softest tones).--”Do try and sleep, sir: shall I get you a pillow?”

LIONEL.--”No, thank you: I'm very comfortable now,” settling his head upon his arm; and after one upward glance towards Sophy, the lids closed reluctantly over his softened eyes. A ray of suns.h.i.+ne came aslant through the half-shut window, and played along the boy's cl.u.s.tering hair and smooth pale cheek. Sophy's gaze rested on him most benignly.

”Just so,” said Vance; ”and now be silent till I have got the att.i.tude and fixed the look.”

The artist sketched away rapidly with a bold practised hand, and all was silent for about half-an-hour, when he said, ”You May get up, Lionel; I have done with you for the present.”

SOPHY.--”And me too--may I see?”

VANCE.--”No, but you may talk now. So you had a doll? What has become of it?”

SOPHY.--”I left it behind, sir. Grandfather thought it would distract me from attending to his lessons and learning my part.”

VANCE.--”You love your grandfather more than the doll?”

SOPHY.--”Oh! a thousand million million times more.”

VANCE.--”He brought you up, I suppose? Have you no father,--no mother?”

SOPHY.--”I have only Grandfather.”

LIONEL.--”Have you always lived with him?”

SOPHY.--”Dear me, no; I was with Mrs. Crane till Grandfather came from abroad, and took me away, and put me with some very kind people; and then, when Grandfather had that bad accident, I came to stay with him, and we have been together ever since.”

LIONEL.--”Was Mrs. Crane no relation of yours?”

SOPHY.--”No, I suppose not, for she was not kind; I was so miserable: but don't talk of it; I forget that now. I only wish to remember from the time Grandfather took me in his lap, and told me to be a good child and love him; and I have been happy ever since.”

”You are a dear good child,” said Lionel, emphatically, ”and I wish I had you for my sister.”

VANCE.--”When your grandfather has received from me that exorbitant--not that I grudge it--sum, I should like to ask, What will he do with it? As he said it was a secret, I must not pump you.”

SOPHY.--”What will he do with it? I should like to know, too, sir; but whatever it is I don't care, so long as I and Grandfather are together.”

Here Waife re-entered. ”Well, how goes on the picture?”

VANCE.--”Tolerably, for the first sitting; I require two more.”