Sipping the tea, Douglas thought of a few other locations that he had planned to set up his easel.  If the weather stayed winding, he'd be working on setting up the cottage studio instead of painting, he reasoned.  He also had some letters to return to some of his contacts in London as well as back in Scotland.  He had decided to have his valet come on from London to Whitby.  He could forget to do tasks for basic living when he was involved in a painting. 

When the food came in from the kitchen, Douglas again smiled and nodded to the waiter.  Putting the napkin over his knee, he took a bite of the open sandwiches.  He looked across at the woman.  "Why did you ask why I chose those scenes?"  He asked before taking another bite.