On a certain Saturday the only other occupants of the railway compartment were an artist and his wife.
I don\'t mean that he wore a black velvet tam-o\'-shanter and trousers tight at the ankles, as in plays; but his hands were eloquent, and there was a general careless ease about his tweeds that suggested the antipodes of any commercial or anxious calling..
I knew him to be an artist from certain scraps of his conversation that I overheard, but I should have guessed it also on the evidence of his hands and dress.
On a certain Saturday the only other occupants of the railway compartment were an artist and his wife