Towning lowered his voice a trifle.
"Yes, and that touch of blue was her suggestion, if you please. What do you think of that? Have you not seen her before—Evarne Stornway?"
"Oh, is that who it is? Of course I've heard of her. Only last week some chap was in to see Geoff, and he fairly raved over her. By Jove, he wasn't far wrong either."
"She's quite uncommon, isn't she? It's not often one finds a glorious shape like that, more's the pity. By the way, what's Geoff Danvers working at now?"
"He's off to Venice at the end of March. He's going to paint abroad till next winter."
"Lucky dog. It's all right to have plenty of money, isn't it?"
"But there are not many who use it as Geoff does. Heaven knows what I should do without him, and now he is not going alone to Venice."
"No?"
"He's taking two young chaps, Melcarp and Thorpe, with him. It will be the time of their lives. They haven't got a spare penny piece between them, and could as easily have taken themselves to study in the moon as in Italy. Geoff is paying all their expenses, and making out that it's a favour on their part that they're coming. Vows he would die of dulness without company. Melcarp and Thorpe are half off their heads with excitement."
"Lucky beggars. What will you do when he's gone?"