“But you’re letting him go because of Miss Van Tuyn.”
“Damn it, I believe I am. I say, are you ever coming here again?”
“If I may.”
“I wish you would.”
He gazed at Sir Seymour’s strong head.
“I’ve spent half my life in showing people up on canvas,” he said. “I should like to try something else.”
“And what’s that?”
“I should like to try to reveal the underneath fine instead of the underneath filth. It’d be a new experiment for me.”
He laughed.
“Perhaps I should make a failure of it. But—if you’d allow me—I would try to make a start with you.”