“I didn’t know you could draw,” she said.
“I was an art-student in Paris for two years.”
“I showed that drawing you left be’ind you last night to the manageress and she WAS struck with it. Was it meant to be me?”
“It was,” said Philip.
When she went for his tea, one of the other girls came up to him.
“I saw that picture you done of Miss Rogers. It was the very image of her,” she said.
That was the first time he had heard her name, and when he wanted his bill he called her by it.