"What new town hall?"
"You know——"
Mr. Enwright did know.
"But haven't I even yet succeeded in making it clear that this firm is not going in for that particular competition?"
Mr. Enwright's sarcastic and discontented tone challenged George, who stiffened.
"Oh! I know the firm isn't going in for it. But what's the matter with me going in for it?"
He forced himself to meet Mr. Enwright's eyes, but he could not help blushing. He was scarcely out of his articles; he had failed in the Final; and he aspired to create the largest English public building of the last half-century.
"Are you quite mad?" Mr. Enwright turned away from the desk to the farther window, hiding his countenance.
"Yes," said George firmly. "Quite!"
Mr. Enwright, after a pause, came back to the desk.