"She doesn't care for him?"
"I don't think so; but a man can't tell."
"Nonsense!" said Ayre. "What's Eugene up to?"
"Oh, you know he's booked."
"Kate Bernard?"
"Yes."
"Tell you what, Morewood, I'll lay you—"
"No, you won't. Come and see the picture. It's the finest thing—in its way—I ever did."
"Going to exhibit it?"
"I'm going to work up and exhibit another I've done of him, not this one; at least, I'm afraid he won't stand this one."