I did care to see it, but I also desired my dinner.
“This is a pretty good print, but I shall get better,” he said, holding the sheet of paper under the lamp.
“How many shall you print?” I asked.
“Thirty.”
“You might put me down for one.”
“All right. I think it will give you pleasure,” he said with impartial and dignified conviction.
After another ten minutes, we were put on the quay.
“Grand autumn night?” he said appreciatively. “Where shall we have the apéritif?
“Apéritif! It’s after eight o’clock, man!”
“I think we shall have time for an apéritif” he insisted, mildly shocked.