He will never, never grow up, will he ?" "Such an idiot, you mean," he said, drawing her into the big chair beside him.
"Yes, I mean that, too," she said, impudently, nose in the air.
"Because, if I were you, Louis, I wouldn't waste any more energy in worrying about a girl who is perfectly able to take care of herself, but transfer it to a boy who apparently is not." "How do you mean ?" "I mean about your painting.

Dear, you've got it into that obstinate head of yours that there's something lacking in your pictures, and there isn't." "Oh, Valerie! You know there is!" "No, no, no! There isn't anything lacking in them.

They're all of you, Louis--every bit of you--as far as you have lived." "What!" "Certainly.

As far as you have lived.

Now live a little more, and let more things come into your life.