CHAPTER XV.
WHICH CONTAINS NOTHING.
"YOU may have talent for other things," Robert Allitsen said one day to Bernardine, "but you certainly have no talent for photography.

You have not made the slightest progress." "I don't at all agree with you," Bernardine answered rather peevishly.
"I think I am getting on very well." "You are no judge," he said.

"To begin with, you cannot focus properly.
You have a crooked eye.

I have told you that several times!" "You certainly have," she put in.

"You don't let me forget that." "Your photograph of that horrid little danseuse whom you like so much," he said, "is simply abominable.