There's a strange thing now; a painter without enthusiasm for art.

He used to have a little; more than a little; but it's all gone.

Or so it seems to me." "He's very honest about it," said Warburton.

"Makes no pretences--calls his painting a trick, and really feels surprised, I'm sure, that he's so successful." "Poor Norbert! A good lad, a good lad.

I wonder--do you think if I wrote a line, mentioning, by the way, that Rosamund's here, do you think he'd come ?" The speaker accompanied his words with an intimate glance.