When my reverie had passed, I found the artists trying to arrange
with Sinfi to give an open-air sitting to one of them, the man
addressed as Wilderspin. Sinfi seemed willing enough to come to
terms; but I saw her look round at me as if saying to herself, 'What
am I to do with you?'
'I should like for my brother to sit too,' I heard her say.
'Surely!' said Wilderspin. 'Your brother would be a great gain to my
picture.'
Sinfi then came to me, and said that the painter wanted me to sit to
him.
'But,' said I in an undertone, 'the Gorgios will certainly find out
that I am no Romany.'
'Not they,' said Sinfi, 'the Gorgios is sich fools. Why, bless you, a
Gorgio ain't got eves and ears like a Romany. You don't suppose as a
Gorgio can hear or see or smell like a Romany can?'
'But you forget, Sinfi, that I am a Gorgio, and there are not many
Romanies can boast of better senses than your brother Hal.'
'Dordi!' said Sinfi, 'that's jist like your mock-modesty. Your
great-grandmother wur a Romany, and it's my belief that if you only
went back fur enough, you'd find you had jist as good Romany blood in
your veins as I have, and my daddy is a duke, you know, a real,
reg'lar, out-an'-out Romany duke.
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