"Never mind about your other duties. Take any time you like. Go see what you can find me in this town."
"As in what particular?"
"Well, take china. I shouldn't mind having some ornamental jars, vases—that sort of thing, you know."
"China's difficult, Mr. Rawn—one of the most difficult things into which one can go. There's a terrible range in it, you see. It can be cheap or very expensive, very grotesque or very beautiful. There are not many who know china. I suppose we mean porcelains?"
"Yes, I know. But what would you suggest, for instance, for my large central room, which opens out upon the lake?"
"What is the color scheme, Mr. Rawn?"
"About everything the confounded builders and decorators could think of," said Rawn frankly. "I think they called it a gray-and-silver motive. I know there's something in white, with dark red for the doors and facings."
Miss Delaware sat for a moment, a pencil against her lip, engaged in thought.
"Well," said she at length, "I'm sure almost any of the good houses would send you up what you liked. There's everything in accord. You don't want anything that will 'swear,' as the phrase goes. If I were in your place, I would select a few really good pieces, and try them in place, in the rooms."
"Yes, yes! But where'll I get them? How will I find them? That's why—"