Then at last with a deep breath of satisfaction he began blocking in the first large construction lines of his picture.
It was one o'clock before he knew it.

He went downtown and had a hasty lunch, jealous of every moment that was not spent on his picture.

The sight of it as he re-entered the room sent a thrill all over him; he was succeeding better than he could have expected, doing better than he thought he would.

He felt sure that now he should do good work; every stage of the picture's progress was an inspiration for the next one.

At this time the figures had only been "placed," broadly sketched in large lines, "blocked in" as he called it.