“I’m glad you think it looks lifelike, for you know this place better than anyone else. If I can please you, I must be doing something right! But – forgive me, I don’t know your name?”
“Old Newman, they call me,” he chuckled. “I shall not be offended if you laughs, sir, as most folk do!”
“I shall call this picture after you, Old Newman, in gratitude for this excellent cup of tea.”
The shepherd was quite overcome at the idea.
“I didn’t think to be famous in me old age!”
“Steady on!” Richard laughed. “It may not come to that! I have to find a gallery to take my paintings first!”
Old Newman shook his head.
“I’m no judge of art, young sir, but you have a rare talent in my opinion. I don’t doubt you’ll make your way in the world.”
Richard felt very touched by the old man’s faith in him.
