'True enough. This Benedetto did most specially. Body o' me,
the man lived to hate me! But I always kept my eyes open on a
plank or a scaffold. I was mighty glad to be shut of him when he
quarrelled with his Guild foreman, and went off, nose in air, and
paints under his arm. But' - Hal leaned forward -'if you hate a
man or a man hates you -'

'I know. You're everlastin' running acrost him,' Mr Springett
interrupted. 'Excuse me, sir.' He leaned out of the window, and
shouted to a carter who was loading a cart with bricks.

'Ain't you no more sense than to heap 'em up that way?' he
said. 'Take an' throw a hundred of 'em off. It's more than the
team can compass. Throw 'em off, I tell you, and make another
trip for what's left over. Excuse me, sir. You was sayin'-'

'I was saying that before the end of the year I went to Bury to
strengthen the lead-work in the great Abbey east window there.'

'Now that's just one of the things I've never done. But I mind
there was a cheap excursion to Chichester in Eighteen hundred
Seventy-nine, an' I went an' watched 'em leadin' a won'erful fine
window in Chichester Cathedral. I stayed watchin' till 'twas time
for us to go back. Dunno as I had two drinks p'raps, all that day.'

Hal smiled. 'At Bury, then, sure enough, I met my enemy
Benedetto. He had painted a picture in plaster on the south wall of
the Refectory - a noble place for a noble thing - a picture of
Jonah.'