"That's all vanity. All that is show and vanity. Oh, Valentia, do forgive me."
"I'll try.... here he is."
He was seen coming towards them again. Her anger flickered out at once.
"I suppose he thinks we've been here long enough," she said, smiling as women do at such symptoms.
"Of course he does. Vanity—just vanity." Vaughan strolled away.
"Look here! What were you two talking about?"
"Nothing. About you, Harry."
"Rubbish. What was he talking about?"
"You, only you."
"I can't see that that chap's so brilliant! It seems to me he's just like anybody else. And his work shows it too, really. No soul, no real heart in it. All from the outside."