He found his tongue awkwardly, but vigorously.
“You can sketch just as long as ever you please, and make what use of it you like,” he said. “It's only a bit of a place though!”
“How nice of you! And the interview?”
“I'll tell you whatever you want to know,” he said quietly.
She could scarcely believe in her good fortune, especially when she remembered the description of the man which one of the staff had given. He was gruff, vulgar, ill-tempered; the chief ought to be kicked for letting her go near him! This was what she had been told. She laughed softly to herself.
“It is very good indeed of you, Mr. Trent,” she said earnestly. “I was quite nervous about coming, for I had no idea that you would be so kind. Shall I finish my sketch first, and then perhaps you will be able to spare me a few minutes for the interview?”
“Just as you like,” he answered. “May I look at it?”
“Certainly,” she answered, holding out the block; “but it isn't half finished yet.”
“Will it take long?”
“About an hour, I think.”