is exquisitely painful to me. Have you seen your studio? Will it do?”
“I have just come from seeing the room, Mr. Fairlie; and I assure you----”
He stopped me in the middle of the sentence, by closing his eyes, and holding up one of his white hands imploringly. I paused in astonishment; and the croaking voice honoured me with this explanation—
“Pray excuse me. But could you contrive to speak in a lower key? In the wretched state of my nerves, loud sound of any kind is indescribable torture
mounted the box again. When we crossed the road, my companion’s impatience increased to such an extent that she almost forced me to run.
“It’s so late,” she said. “I am only in a hurry because it’s so late.”
“I can’t take you, sir, if you’re not going towards Tottenham Court Road,” said the driver