"Please go on about Art.

It's such a relief to hear anyone talking sensibly about it.

I hate etching.

It makes your eyes sore--at least the acid gets into Sir Charles's, and the difference between the first and second states is nothing but imagination, except that the last state is worse than the--here's luncheon!" They went downstairs then.

Trefusis sat between Agatha and Lady Brandon, to whom he addressed all his conversation.