"You must pardon me," she went on, "but I thought, you know--we are not in Paris now--and there might be people here.

And then, after all, it explains me." "Then I should like another," Kendal interrupted.
"I'm going to do a descriptive article for the _Age_; the editor wants to call it 'Through the Studios,' or something of that sort--about the artists over here and their ways of working, and their places, and their ideas, and all that, and I thought, if you didn't mind, I should like to begin with you.

Though it's rather like taking an advantage." "But are you going in for this sort of thing seriously?
Have you ever done anything of the sort before?
Isn't it an uncommon grind ?" Kendal asked, with hearty interest.
"What made you think of it?
Of course you may say any mortal thing you want to about me--though I call it treachery, your going over to the critics.

And I'm afraid you won't find anything very picturesque here.

As you say, we're not in Paris." "Oh yes, I shall," she replied sweetly, ignoring his questions.