"Well, it's something to admit that," he sneered. "At
any rate, we know where we are. Let's have a look at the horrid mess."
He made a number of curt observations as he handled the sheets of sketches.
"I see you've got that Saracenic touch in again."
"What's the scale here?"
"Is this really a town hall, or are you trying to beat the Temple at Karnak?"
"If that's meant for an Ionic capital, no assessor would stand it. It's against all the textbooks to have Ionic capitals where there's a side-view of them. Not that it matters to me."
"Have you made the slightest attempt to cube it up? You'd never get out of this under half a million, you know."
Shaking his head, he retired once more to the window. George began to breathe more freely, as one who has fronted danger and still lives. Mr. Enwright addressed the window:
"It's absolute folly to start on a thing like that before the conditions are out. Absolute folly. Have you done all that to-night?"