“Yes. The blighter came round this morning—the master, you know; when he saw my drawing he just raised his eyebrows and walked on.” Strickland chuckled. He did not seem discouraged. He was independent of the opinion of his fellows. And it was just that which had most disconcerted me in my dealings with him. When people say they do not care what others think of them, for the most part they deceive themselves.
