"To consult him about a little work of mine," answered Philip, regarding his sketch critically.
"Going to publish something?"
"I don't know. That depends."
"On the publishers? Ça va sans dire. But how can Arthur help you?"
"He was there."
"Where?"
"Now, Dale, I can understand your impatience—but you must wait. If I publish it, you shall see it."
"Is it my sort? Shall I like it?"
"I think your feelings would be mixed," said Philip, delicately filling in Nellie Fane's figure on the ground.