Dickie, you've been promenading among the toy-shops and hearing people talk.' 'I couldn't help it,' said Dick, penitently.

'You weren't here, and it was lonely these long evenings.

A man can't work for ever.' 'A man might have gone to a pub, and got decently drunk.' 'I wish I had; but I forgathered with some men of sorts.

They said they were artists, and I knew some of them could draw,--but they wouldn't draw.

They gave me tea,--tea at five in the afternoon!--and talked about Art and the state of their souls.