But if you can treat them as you treated Jenkins -- get them in their studies, surrounded by what in their case stands for the broken lay figures and the faded serge curtains--it will be exactly the thing.

It will be a new line, or rather--what is a great deal better, mind you--an old line treated in a slightly, very slightly different way.

That's what the public wants." "Ah, yes," I said, "that's what the public wants.

But all the same, it's been done time out of mind before.

Why, I've seen photographs of you and your arm-chair and your pen-wiper and so on, half a score of times in the sixpenny magazines." Callan again indicated bland superiority with a wave of his hand.
"You undervalue yourself," he said.
I murmured--"Thanks." "This is to be--not a mere pandering to curiosity--but an attempt to get at the inside of things--to get the atmosphere, so to speak; not merely to catalogue furniture." He was quoting from the prospectus of the new paper, and then cleared his throat for the utterance of a tremendous truth.
"Photography--is not--Art," he remarked.
The fantastic side of our colloquy began to strike me.
"After all," I thought to myself, "why shouldn't that girl have played at being a denizen of another sphere?
She did it ever so much better than Callan.