Fenwick's country clothes were clumsy and unbecoming; and his manner seemed to fit him as awkwardly as his coat.

The sympathy of both the older artists did but go out to him the more readily.
Cuningham continued the conversation, while Watson, still painting, occasionally intervened.
They discussed the _personnel_ of the life-school Fenwick was attending, the opening of a new _atelier_ in North London by a well-known Academician, the successes at the current 'Academy,' the fame of certain leading artists.

At least Cuningham talked; Fenwick's contributions were mostly monosyllabic; he seemed to be feeling his way.
Suddenly, by a change of attitude on the painter's part, the picture on which Dick Watson was engaged became visible to Fenwick.

He walked eagerly up to it.
'I say!'-- his face flushed with admiration.

'That figure's wonderful.' He pointed to the terror-stricken culprit.