“I stood in front of it for an hour today, and I tell you it’s not a good picture.”
Lawson put down his knife and fork. His green eyes flashed fire, he gasped with rage; but he could be seen imposing calm upon himself.
“It’s very interesting to hear the mind of the untutored savage,” he said. “Will you tell us why it isn’t a good picture?”
Before the American could answer someone else broke in vehemently.