"The atmosphere is very cold and damp after the storm."
"You wish me to shut the window? I beg your pardon."
He drew in and shut it, then moved to the door.
"You are going out?" said Uniacke uneasily.
"Yes."
"I—I would not speak to the Skipper, if I were you. He is happier when he is let quite alone."
"I want to see him. I want him to sit for me."
"To sit!" Uniacke repeated, with an accent almost of horror.
"Yes," said Sir Graham doggedly. "I have a great picture in my mind."
"But—"