"It would never have done," he explained, "to spoil the room with English things, so I got in some more Japanese furniture." I asked him if he had sold his canvases; whereupon he signed me to follow him to the wine-bin.

It was full of them.

There were no newspapers lying about; but Scrymgeour hoped to manage to take one in by and by.

He was only feeling his way at present, he said.

In the dim light shed by a Japanese lamp, I tripped over a rainbow-colored slipper that tapered to the heel and turned up at the toe.