You want hammering."
Dick shivered. "All right," said he. "When this island is disintegrated, it
will call for you."
"I shall come round the corner and help to disintegrate it some more. We're
talking nonsense. Come along to a theatre."
CHAPTER VI
"And you may lead a thousand men,
Nor ever draw the rein,
But ere ye lead the Faery Queen
'Twill burst your heart in twain."
He has slipped his foot from the stirrup-bar,
The bridle from his hand,
And he is bound by hand and foot
To the Queen 'o Faery-land.
----Sir Hoggie and the Fairies.
Some weeks later, on a very foggy Sunday, Dick was returning across the Park to
his studio. "This," he said, "is evidently the thrashing that Torp meant. It
hurts more than I expected; but the Queen can do no wrong; and she certainly
has some notion of drawing."
He had just finished a Sunday visit to Maisie,--always under the green eyes of
the red-haired impressionist girl, whom he learned to hate at sight,--and was
tingling with a keen sense of shame. Sunday after Sunday, putting on his best
clothes, he had walked over to the untidy house north of the Park, first to see
Maisie's pictures, and then to criticise and advise upon them as he realised
that they were productions on which advice would not be wasted.
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