"What shall I do? I daren't go out for fear of meeting one of you. Will you come and see me?
"I am never going to sit again, not even for the face and hands. I am going back to be a blanchisseuse de fin with my old friend Angèle Boisse, who is getting on very well indeed, in the Rue des Cloîtres Ste. Pétronille.
"You will come and see me, won't you? I shall be in all day till you do. Or else I will meet you somewhere, if you will tell me where and when; or else I will go and see you in the studio, if you are sure to be alone. Please don't keep me waiting long for an answer.
"You don't know what I'm suffering.
"Your ever-loving, faithful friend,
"T RILBY O'F ERRALL ."
She sent this letter by hand, and the Laird came in less than ten minutes after she had sent it; and she hugged and ki
