Where did you say you were going to walk ?" "To meet the stage." "Oh, well, I won't have to play tennis for an hour, and if you insist----" "Of course." As they strolled slowly in the shade of the trees Hollanden began, "Isn't that Hawker an ill-bred old thing ?" "No, he is not." Then after a time she said, "Why ?" "Oh, he gets so absorbed in a beastly smudge of paint that I really suppose he cares nothing for anything else in the world.

Men who are really artists--I don't believe they are capable of deep human affections.

So much of them is occupied by art.

There's not much left over, you see." "I don't believe it at all," she exclaimed.
"You don't, eh ?" cried Hollanden scornfully.

"Well, let me tell you, young woman, there is a great deal of truth in it.