Garstin’s mouth twitched. Before Arabian could reply, Garstin said:
“Look here, Arabian!”
“Yes—please?” said Arabian.
“You and I differ pretty badly about this business of your damned portrait.”
“Ah, yes!”
“Sir Seymour’s a just man, a very just man. Let’s hear what he has to say.”
“But you tell us you have no time!”
“Exactly! Jinks you know! He’s a devil for punctuality. They set the clocks by him at the Slade! But you—”
“Yes?”
“Talk it over with Sir Seymour. Get his unbiased verdict. And let me hear from you any time to-morrow. He’ll say what’s fair and square. I know that.”