The old man started, and a faint smile flitted across his withered lips. 'Thank you, sir,' he said, 'thank you.'Then Trevor arrived, and Hughie took his leave,blushing a little at what he had done. He spent the day with Laura, got a charming scolding for his extravagance, and had to walk home.
That night he strolled into the Palette Club about eleven o'clock, and found Trevor sitting by himself in the smoking-room drinking hock and seltzer.
'Well, Alan, did you get the picture finished all right?' he said, as he lit his cigarette.