IT was on the following day that Lord Balnillo stood in front of a three-quarter length canvas in the improvised studio; Archie had begun to put on the colour that morning, and the judge had come quietly upstairs to study the first dawnings of his own countenance alone. From the midst of a chaos of paint his features were beginning to appear, like the sun through a fog. He had brought a small hand-glass with him, tucked away under his velvet coat where it could not be seen, and he now produced it and began to compare his face with the one before him. Flemington was a quick worker, and though he had been given only two sittings, there was enough on the canvas to prompt the gratified smile on the old man's lips. He looked alternately at his reflection and at the judicial figure on the easel; Archie had a tactful brush. But though Balnillo was pleased, he could not help sighing, for he wished fervently that his ankles had been included in the picture. He stooped and ran his hand lovingly down his silk stockings. Then he took up the glass again and began to compose his expression into the rather more lofty one with which Flemington had supplied him. In the full swing of his occupation he turned round to find the painter standing in the doorway, but he was just too late to catch the sudden flash of amusement that played across Archie's face as he saw what the judge was doing. Balnillo thrust the glass out of sight and confronted his guest. "I thought you had gone for a stroll, sir," he said rather stiffly. "My lord," exclaimed Flemington, "I have been searching for you everywhere. I've come, with infinite regret, to tell you that I must return to Ardguys at once." Balnillo's jaw dropped. "I have just met a messenger on the road," said the other; "he has brought news that my grandmother is taken ill, and I must hurry home. It is most unfortunate, most disappointing; but go I must." "Tut, tut, tut!" exclaimed the old man, clicking his tongue against his teeth and forgetting to hope, as politeness decreed he should, that the matter was not serious. "It is a heart-attack," said Archie. "Tut, tut," said Balnillo again. "I am most distressed to hear it; I am indeed." "I _may_ be able to come back and finish the picture later." "I hope so. I sincerely hope so. I was just studying the admirable likeness when you came in," said Balnillo, who would have given a great deal to know how much of his posturing Flemington had seen. "Ah, my lord!" cried Archie, "a poor devil like me has no chance with you! I saw the mirror in your hand. We painters use a piece of looking-glass to correct our drawing, but it is few of our sitters who know that trick." Guilty dismay was chased by relief across Balnillo's countenance. "You are too clever for me!" laughed Flemington. "How did you learn it, may I ask?" But Balnillo had got his presence of mind back. "Casually, Mr. Flemington, casually--as one learns many things, if one keeps one's ears open," said he.