human
Ah, Guy! said the scene-painter, turning round and nodding good-humoredly.
gpt
I've been expecting you! What do you think of Miss Jenkins?
human
It's as like her as two peas, Joe; or would be, if her hair was a little redder, and her nose a little thicker, and the freckles were plainer. But it looks like her as it is.
gpt
Well, you see, Guy, said the painter, going on with Miss Jenkins's left eyebrow,
human
No, he said, moodily;
gpt
And nobody's come about the advertisement in the _Times_?
human
No, and never will. It's all humbug what granny says about my belonging to anybody rich; if I did, they'd have seen after me long ago. Phil says my mother was a house-maid, and my father a valet--and they were only too glad to get me off their hands. Vyking was a valet, granny says she knows; and it's not likely he'll turn up after all these years. I don't care, I'd rather go to the work-house; I'd rather starve in the streets, than live another week with Phil Darking.
gpt
Has he been beating you again, Guy?
human
It's no matter--he's a brute! Granny and Ellen are sorry, and do what they can; but that's nothing. I wish I had never been born!
gpt
It is hard, said the painter, compassionately,
human
Do you really think so, Joe? cried the boy, with sparkling eyes.
gpt
Do you? I'd rather be an artist than a king----Halloo!