|Title||The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists|
and I'll see Mr Sweater about it and tell 'im what it will cost, and if he decides to have it done I'll let you know.'
He put the drawings aside with the air of a man who has other matters to attend to, and began to open one of the several letters that were on his desk. He meant this as an intimation that the audience was at an end and that he desired the `hand' to retire from the presence. Owen understood this, but he did not retire, because it was necessary to mention one or two things which Rushton would have to allow for when preparing the estimate.
`Of course I should want some help,' he said. `I should need a man occasionally, and the boy most of the time. Then there's the gold leaf - say, fifteen books.'
`Don't you think it would be possible to use gold paint?'
`I'm afraid not.'
`Is there anything else?' inquired Rushton as he finished writing down these items.