“Mr. Canterton!”
“You like it?”
“Am I to paint this?”
“I hope so.”
“Let me pour out my humility.”
He laughed gently.
“Oh, you can do it!”
“Can I? And the old walls! I should not have thought the place was so old.”
“It isn’t. I bought my bricks. Some old cottages were being pulled down.”
“Thank God, sometimes, for money!”