'
'No!' I said; 'I want no description: I shall go and see for myself.'
'But; Henry, I am most anxious to know about this poor girl, and I
want Mr. Wilderspin to tell us how and where he found her.'
'The "poor girl" concerns me alone, mother. Our calamities--Winnie's
and mine--are between us two and God....You engaged her, Wilderspin,
of the woman whom I saw at Cyril's studio, to sit as a model? What
passed when she came?'
'The woman brought her next day,' said Wilderspin, 'and I sketched in
the face of Pelagia as Isis at once. I had already taken out the face
of the previous model that had dissatisfied me. I now took out the
figure too, for the figure of this new model was as perfect as her
face.'
'Go on, go on. What occurred?'
'Nothing, save that she stood dumb, like one who had no language save
that of another world. But at the second sitting she had a fit of a
most dreadful kind.'
'Ah! Tell me quickly,' I said. Her face became suddenly distorted by
an expression of terror such as I had never seen and never imagined
possible.
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