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What could you expect from a fellow like Corver? With all the ardour of a disciple George dismissed the town hall scheme, and simultaneously his private woes surged up and took full possession of him. He walked silently out of the room, and Lucas followed. As a fact, Mr. Enwright ought not to have talked in such a way before the pupils.
I think it's marvellous, and I always have thought so." George would not openly agree, but his mind was illuminated with a new light, and in his mind he agreed, very admiringly. The train stopped; people got out; and the two were alone in the compartment. "I thought all was over between you and Adela," said Mr. Enwright, confidentially and quizzically. George blushed a little. "Oh no!"
But the surprising part of him was that he had a home and was master in it, and possessed interests other than those of the firm of Lucas & Enwright. George had never until that day conceived the man apart from Russell Square.
Enwright, after a pause, came back to the desk. "Well, it's something to admit that," he sneered. "At any rate, we know where we are. Let's have a look at the horrid mess." He made a number of curt observations as he handled the sheets of sketches. "I see you've got that Saracenic touch in again." "What's the scale here?"
He forced himself to meet Mr. Enwright's eyes, but he could not help blushing. He was scarcely out of his articles; he had failed in the Final; and he aspired to create the largest English public building of the last half-century. "Are you quite mad?" Mr. Enwright turned away from the desk to the farther window, hiding his countenance. "Yes," said George firmly. "Quite!" Mr.
John's right was a beautifully braided gentleman of forty or so, in brown, with brown necktie and hair to match, and the hair was so perfect and ended so abruptly that George at first took it for a wig; but soon afterwards he decided that he had been unkind. Mr. Enwright was opposite to this brown gentleman. Mrs. John began by hoping that the brown gentleman had been to church.
Enwright's benevolence. "Of course there's the Final. If they give six months for the thing I could easily get through the Final before sending-in day. I could take a room somewhere. I shouldn't really want any assistance clerk, I mean. I could do it all myself...." He ran on until Mr. Enwright stopped him. "You could have a room here upstairs." "Could I?" "But you would want some help.
Astounding that only a few minutes ago he had hung triumphantly by his feet from the mantelpiece! Mr. Enwright kicked-to the door of the cupboard. "Look here," he said to his partner, "I shan't be back just yet. I have to go and see Bentley. I'd forgotten it." Nobody was surprised at this remark. Whenever Mr.
He hungered for further details of this great and highly disturbing matter, but Enwright, jealous by nature and excusably jealous by reason of the fact that despite his immense artistic reputation he had never succeeded in being even Vice-President of the Institute, would say no more. Indeed he took a malicious pleasure in saying no more.
"You've looked it up?" "I have." Mr. Enwright was now at the desk yet again. "There's an idea to it," he said shortly, holding up the principal sheet and blinking. "I shall go in for it!"
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