He's got the confounded temperament that goes with his talent, I suppose--though why a man can't paint a picture, or sing a song, and keep his temper and a level head I don't see!" "He can," cut in Arkwright, with curt emphasis.
"Humph! Well, that's what I think.

But, about this marriage business.
Bertram admires a pretty face wherever he sees it--_to paint_, and always has.

Not but that he's straight as a string with women--I don't mean that; but girls are always just so many pictures to be picked up on his brushes and transferred to his canvases.

And as for his settling down and marrying anybody for keeps, right along--Great Scott! imagine Bertram Henshaw as a _domestic_ man!" Arkwright stirred restlessly as he spoke up in quick defense: "Oh, but he is, I assure you.

I--I've seen them in their home together--many times.