I think Mr.Beaton was very much in earnest." "Oh, so did he!" "And you didn't ?" "Oh yes, for the time being.

I suppose he's very much in earnest with Miss Vance at times, and with Miss Dryfoos at others.

Sometimes he's a painter, and sometimes he's an architect, and sometimes he's a sculptor.
He has too many gifts--too many tastes." "And if Miss Vance and Miss Dryfoos--" "Oh, do say Sculpture and Architecture, mamma! It's getting so dreadfully personal!" "Alma, you know that I only wish to get at your real feeling in the matter." "And you know that I don't want to let you--especially when I haven't got any real feeling in the matter.

But I should think--speaking in the abstract entirely--that if either of those arts was ever going to be in earnest about him, it would want his exclusive devotion for a week at least." "I didn't know," said Mrs.Leighton, "that he was doing anything now at the others.

I thought he was entirely taken up with his work on 'Every Other Week.'" "Oh, he is! he is!" "And you certainly can't say, my dear, that he hasn't been very kind--very useful to you, in that matter." "And so I ought to have said yes out of gratitude?
Thank you, mamma! I didn't know you held me so cheap." "You know whether I hold you cheap or not, Alma.