"You?"
"It isn't booked already, I trust?"
"N—no."
"That's a bargain, then?"
Lucas's eyes were again fixed in a strange stare. Then a quick change of expression broke over his face.
"You're very kind, Mr. Walkingshaw!" he said warmly.
"Tuts, tuts, not a bit. I want to warm up my study with a splash of color. That's the way you artists would put it. Eh?"
"A splash of color—yes."
"You see, I'm getting the hang of your lingo already, Vernon. And now, what else have you got for sale? What do you recommend, Hillary, eh?"