And Ritter’s, too, was very amusing and foreign and discreet; a little rambling room with a number of small tables, with red electric light shades and flowers. He was accompanied by a young man of about seven-and-twenty, who carried his easel, set it in its place, laid the canvass upon it, opened the paint box, took out the brushes and palette, and, in short, paid him the most assiduous attention. . ‘Major Gerald Alderley, I arrest you in the name of the King. “He’s a Fellow of the Royal Society, and he can’t be much over thirty,” said Miss Klegg.
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