“I wish to goodness I could raise sufficient money to get out of London for six months,” said Godfrey, one evening, as they sat together in the studio. “I’d be off like a shot.”
Fensden knew why he said this.
“I am sorry I can’t help you,” he replied. “I am about as badly off as yourself. But surely the great picture sold well?”
“Very well; for me, that is to say,” Godfrey replied. “But I had to part with most of it next day.”
He did not add that he had sent most of it to his widowed sister, who was very badly off and wanted help to send her boy to college.
A short silence followed; then Fensden said: “If you had money what would you do?”
“Go abroad,” said Godfrey quickly. “The strain of this business is more than I can stand. If I had a few hundreds to spare we’d go together and not come back for six months. By that time everything would have settled down to its old normal condition.”
How little did he guess that the very thing that seemed so impossible was destined to come to pass!