If one might venture upon a somewhat personal question, how did you manage to discover a vocation?
You seem to be prospering," he added, glancing at his companion's neat clothes and gray silk tie.
"I was fortunate," Burton admitted frankly.

"I discovered quite by accident the one form in which it is possible to palm off the truth on an unsuspecting public." Mr.Waddington laid down his knife and fork.

He was intensely interested.
"Art," Burton murmured softly.
"Art ?" Mr.Waddington echoed under his breath, a little vaguely.

The questioning gleam was still in his eyes.
"Painting, sculpture, in my case writing," Burton explained.

"I read something when I was half starving which was in a newspaper and had obviously been paid for, and I saw at once that the only point about it was that the man had put down what he saw instead of what he thought he saw.