I shall lead the way, if you will have the kindness to follow me." Leaving Laura and Mr.McIntyre, they went up together to the workroom.
Mr.Haw stood long in front of the "Signing of Magna Charta," and the "Murder of Thomas a Becket," screwing up his eyes and twitching nervously at his beard, while Robert stood by in anxious expectancy.
"And how much are these ?" asked Raffles Haw at last.
"I priced them at a hundred apiece when I sent them to London." "Then the best I can wish you is that the day may come when you would gladly give ten times the sum to have them back again.

I am sure that there are great possibilities in you, and I see that in grouping and in boldness of design you have already achieved much.

But your drawing, if you will excuse my saying so, is just a little crude, and your colouring perhaps a trifle thin.

Now, I will make a bargain with you, Mr.
McIntyre, if you will consent to it.

I know that money has no charms for you, but still, as you said when I first met you, a man must live.
I shall buy these two canvases from you at the price which you name, subject to the condition that you may always have them back again by repaying the same sum." "You are really very kind." Robert hardly knew whether to be delighted at having sold his pictures or humiliated at the frank criticism of the buyer.
"May I write a cheque at once ?" said Raffles Haw.