It's no use crying for the moon, and--" "Then you still wish for the moon," interpolated the woman quickly.
"Not even you have the right to ask me such a question," replied Lambert in a quiet and decisive tone.

"Let us change the subject." Miss Greeby pointed to the beautiful face smiling on the easel.

"I advise you to," she said significantly.
"You seem to have come here to give me good advice." "Which you won't take," she retorted.
"Because it isn't needed." "A man's a man and a woman's a woman." "That's as true as taxes, as Mr.Barkis observed, if you are acquainted with the writings of the late Charles Dickens.

Well ?" Again Miss Greeby pointed to the picture.

"She's very pretty." "I shouldn't have painted her otherwise." "Oh, then the original of that portrait does exist ?" "Could you call it a portrait if an original didn't exist ?" demanded the young man tartly.