He had a divine touch, and he knew something about colour.

Kami used to dream colour; I swear he could never have seen the genuine article; but he evolved it; and it was good.' 'Recollect some of those views in the Soudan ?' said Torpenhow, with a provoking drawl.
Dick squirmed in his place.

'Don't! It makes me want to get out there again.

What colour that was! Opal and umber and amber and claret and brick-red and sulphur--cockatoo-crest--sulphur--against brown, with a nigger-black rock sticking up in the middle of it all, and a decorative frieze of camels festooning in front of a pure pale turquoise sky.' He began to walk up and down.

'And yet, you know, if you try to give these people the thing as God gave it, keyed down to their comprehension and according to the powers He has given you----' 'Modest man! Go on.' 'Half a dozen epicene young pagans who haven't even been to Algiers will tell you, first, that your notion is borrowed, and, secondly, that it isn't Art.
''This comes of my leaving town for a month.