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 Helen.—And my portrait, Mr. Dušek? How shall we arrange about it? Aunt thinks that you could paint at our house—that is—at her home, for we wish to surprise father with the portrait.

Mrs. Heller.—If it would not be too much trouble for Mr. Dušek, it would, perhaps, be the best plan.

Helen.—Although—I’m not afraid of studios!

Mrs. Heller.—But still it’s inconvenient, Helen Isn’t that true, Mr. Dušek?

Dušek.—If you will give your consent

Helen.—You couldn’t, then, paint from the photograph?

Dušek (Takes the board from the easel and shows the drawing to the ladies).—I have made a slight beginning. In the meantime it’s only on paper as an experiment

Mrs. Heller (Looking at the drawing).—But the likeness already appears.

Dušek.—Miss Lindner will now allow me to paint wholly from life.

( nods her head assuringly.)

Mrs. Heller (In the meantime examines the studio).—Ah, what charming miniatures and unfinished pictures. (Gazes at large picture.) Is that yours, Mr. Hlaváček?

Hlaváček.—Alas, no, gracious lady!

Mrs. Heller.—Ah, then it’s Mr. Dušek’s!

Dušek.—But now it will wait.

Helen.—Won’t you delay yourself with my portrait?

Dušek (With a smile of mute denial).—May I begin soon?

Helen.—Perhaps at once—tomorrow—yes, auntie?

Mrs. Heller.—It will be better to begin after Sunday, Helen, dear. If Mr. Dušek is to paint at our house, the back room must be prepared.

Helen.—It is a corner room, Mr. Dušek, and there is plenty of light.

Hlaváček.—Is not some one rapping? (Listens.)

Helen.—Perhaps Dr. Vlasák has already come for us.

Dušek.—Apparently he didn't notice that we have a bell. Pardon me, ladies—(Goes to front hall).

Mrs. Heller.—And what are you painting, Mr. Hlaváček?

Hlaváček.—Scarcely anything, gracious lady!

Vlasák (Having knocked, enters with ).—My greetings, ladies!

Mrs. Heller.—Good evening, Doctor!