A whole book would be required to deal with it." St Aubyn was delighted, both at the reply and at the hesitation that had preceded it.
"And are you an artist ?" he enquired.
"I believe I am," replied Austin, very seriously.

"Of course one doesn't like to be too confident, and I can't draw a single line, but still----" "Good again," approved the other.

"Here as in everything else all depends upon the definition.

What is an artist ?" "An artist," exclaimed Austin, kindling, "is one who can see the beauty everywhere." "_The_ beauty ?" repeated St Aubyn.
"The beauty that exists everywhere, even in ugly things.

The beauty that ordinary people don't see," returned Austin.