I think we ought to ask her to make a design."
Mr. Calvin saw and seized the opportunity easily to introduce his own
especial candidate.
"If each of you have a sculptor," he said, lightly, "I can hardly do
less than to have one, too. There's an exceedingly clever fellow just
home from Rome, that I want to see given a chance. He's done some very
promising work, and I look upon him as the coming man."
The two men regarded him with some interest, as one who has introduced
a new element into a game. Mr. Hubbard leaned back in his chair, and
sent a puff of cigar smoke floating upward, before he answered.
"I can't enter my man for the triangular contest," said he. "He won't
go into a competition unless he's paid for making the design. He says,
in so many words, that he doesn't want the commission to make the
statue unless he can do it in his own way. He will be unhindered, or he
will let the whole thing alone."
"For my part," Mr. Irons responded, settling himself in his chair, with
a certain air of determination, "I don't take a great deal of stock in
this letting an artist have his own way. He might put up a naked woman,
or any rubbish he happened to think of. The amount of the matter is
that it isn't such a devilish smart thing to make a figure as they try
to make out. Any man can do it that has learned the trade, and I
haven't any great amount of patience with the fuss these fellows make
over their statues.
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