“That is of little consequence in the study of the elements of the symbolism,” said Mr. Glaston.
“Yes, of course it is; but still I should like to know.”
“I really never thought of putting any question to the painter about these matters,” replied Glaston. “He had travelled in the East, and the kiosk was amongst his sketches; as for the model of the figure, if I do not mistake, I saw the study for the face in an old portfolio of his he brought from Sicily.”
“Ah, indeed.”
“But these are mere accidents in the production of the picture. The symbolism is the picture.”
Again there was a pause, and the chatter of a couple of Malays in the street became louder, and then fainter, as the speakers drew near and passed away.
“Glaston,” said Markham at length, “did you remove the pictures from Government House?”
“They are in one of my rooms,” said Glaston. “Would you think it a piece of idle curiosity if I were to step upstairs and take a look at that particular work?”
“You could not see it by lamplight. You can study them all in the morning.”
“But I feel in the mood just now, and you know how much depends upon the mood.”