| Author: | A Fielding | ISBN: | 1230000188428 |
| Publisher: | WDS Publishing | Publication: | October 5, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | A Fielding |
| ISBN: | 1230000188428 |
| Publisher: | WDS Publishing |
| Publication: | October 5, 2013 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
VICTOR GOODENOUGH was shown at once into the studio where Santley was
painting the Moncrieff twins. He was a tall, broad-shouldered man in the
middle thirties, who looked as though he would do anything efficiently to
which he set his hand-a well-kept, muscular hand, browner even than his
face, and with the palms calloused by the swinging of golf clubs. He was
a "plus" man. For the rest, he was handsome, with regular features of a
rather wooden type, lit up now and then by a pleasant smile.
The artist was about his age, but belonged to another world. Nervous,
diffident, shy, the youngest R.A. was rarely to be met anywhere but at
his studio out here by Putney Bridge, where he lived as well as worked.
He had a scholarly face, with deep-set, brooding eyes, that looked as
though they would go through life seeking for something just beyond their
vision.
"Good sitters?" Goodenough asked, waving a hand at the two children just
now squirming a welcome to him.
VICTOR GOODENOUGH was shown at once into the studio where Santley was
painting the Moncrieff twins. He was a tall, broad-shouldered man in the
middle thirties, who looked as though he would do anything efficiently to
which he set his hand-a well-kept, muscular hand, browner even than his
face, and with the palms calloused by the swinging of golf clubs. He was
a "plus" man. For the rest, he was handsome, with regular features of a
rather wooden type, lit up now and then by a pleasant smile.
The artist was about his age, but belonged to another world. Nervous,
diffident, shy, the youngest R.A. was rarely to be met anywhere but at
his studio out here by Putney Bridge, where he lived as well as worked.
He had a scholarly face, with deep-set, brooding eyes, that looked as
though they would go through life seeking for something just beyond their
vision.
"Good sitters?" Goodenough asked, waving a hand at the two children just
now squirming a welcome to him.
