"Ah, good afternoon, sir." Tristan said when the butler opened. "I was looking for the artist, Mr. Douglas Gordon. I was interested in having a portrait done. Is he in?" Tristan was wearing his best outfit, just in case the artist would have time to do a first sketch. Though his trousers and morning coat were plain black, his waistcoat was sand-colored with a golden embroidered flowery pattern and his tie was deep emerald green. Mother would kill him if he messed up the portrait by being poorly dressed.

Tristan liked dressing up in fine clothing, but to have them washed properly was troublesome and his purse was relatively small, given the fact he had just moved and set up his own practice and he didn't have that many patients yet. He could think of nicer occasions at which to wear his finest than sitting for a portrait. He hoped the painter would be pleasant company at least. Artist tended to be his kind of people, so there was some hope that the experience wouldn't be entirely dull.