"You are going to draw your figures from models?" he said, slowly, speaking to cover his anxiety, and speaking idly enough.
The painter's reply struck away his uncertainty, and set him face to face with a most definite dread.
"I shall have models," said Sir Graham, "for all the figures except for little Jack. I can draw him from memory. I can reproduce his face. It never leaves me."
"What!" said Uniacke. "You will paint an exactly truthful portrait of him then?"
"I shall; only idealised by death, dignified, weird, washed by the sad sea."
"The Skipper watched you while you were painting. He saw all you were doing."
"Yes. And I think he'll come again."
"But then—he'll—he'll see—"
The clergyman stopped short.
"See—see what?" Sir Graham asked.