"It is what I am trying to do." "Of course artistic people live in the suburbs," he admitted.

"But they are not of the suburbs." "Though they may dwell in Wimbledon or Hornsey," I suggested, "they sing with the Scotch bard: 'My heart is in the South-West postal district.

My heart is not here.'" "You can put it that way if you like," he growled.
"I will, if you have no objection," I agreed.

"It makes life easier for those of us with limited incomes." The modern novel takes care, however, to avoid all doubt upon the subject.

Its personages, one and all, reside within the half-mile square lying between Bond Street and the Park--a neighbourhood that would appear to be somewhat densely populated.