least for a mediocre man, and I jumped on to process.
Those posters on the Cliffs at Dover are by my
people."

"Good posters," admitted the solicitor, "though I
was sorry to see them there."

"Last as long as the cliffs, if necessary," exclaimed
Isbister with satisfaction. "The world changes.
When he fell asleep, twenty years ago, I was down
at Boscastle with a box of water-colours and a noble,
old-fashioned ambition. I didn't expect that some
day my pigments would glorify the whole blessed coast
of England, from Land's End round again to the Lizard.
Luck comes to a man very often when he's not
looking."

Warming seemed to doubt the quality of the luck.
"I just missed seeing you, if I recollect aright."

"You came back by the trap that took me to Camelford
railway station. It was close on the Jubilee,
Victoria's Jubilee, because I remember the seats and flags
in Westminster, and the row with the cabman at
Chelsea."

"The Diamond Jubilee, it was," said Warming;
"the second one."

"Ah, yes! At the proper Jubilee -- the Fifty Year