"I have given up my idea of a single figure. I shall make a bas-relief, a great circular tablet, if you understand, a wall with curving sides, and emblematic figures in high relief. It will be a mighty fine piece of work, Rainsford, if it's ever done."
"What will your figures be, Tony?"
"Ah, they won't let me see their forms or faces yet." He changed the subject. "What have you done with your Sunday, old man? Slept all day?"
"No, I've been sitting for an hour or two with Mrs. Fairfax."
Molly's husband murmured, "I'm a brute, and no one knows it better than I do."
Rainsford made no refutation of his friend's accusation of himself, but suggested—
"She might bring her sewing in the afternoons, Tony; it would be less lonely for her?"
Fairfax noticed the flush that rose along the agent's thin cheek.
"By Jove!" Fairfax reflected. "I wonder if old Rainsford is in love with Molly?" The supposition did not make him jealous.