"No, no--we shan't get at his life that way," I said.

"The way to get at his life is to--But wait a moment!" I broke off and went quickly into the house, whence I in three minutes reappeared before Mr.
Morrow with the two volumes of Paraday's new book.

"His life's here," I went on, "and I'm so full of this admirable thing that I can't talk of anything else.

The artist's life's his work, and this is the place to observe him.

What he has to tell us he tells us with _this_ perfection.
My dear sir, the best interviewer is the best reader." Mr.Morrow good-humouredly protested.