"She means," chuckled Jonathan, who seemed to be enjoying himself hugely, "she must see the work before she commits herself. Is it allowed—?"
"Of course, if you care to," David said. "And you'll find these chairs comfortable, I think. Over here, where you get the light." When they had sat down, he turned the easel toward them. "Now, ladies and gentlemen," he burlesqued, "if you will look upon my right—"
They looked. And their sudden surprised interest made his heart skip a beat.
"Why, I—I didn't know—" Esther began, in the words he had once stammered to her. She gave him a quick questioning glance, then looked again at the sketch.
Jonathan had become very grave. "You have a gift for drawing."
"Only a knack," said David.
"A very pretty knack then. Is that a copy?"
"Just a sketch of an idea I've been trying to work out lately. This," David placed another drawing on the easel, "is about what it would be like outside."
"It is," said Esther, "like seeing music."
Jonathan studied that drawing for several silent minutes.