The composer sighed; the artist echoed the sigh.
'Have you seen Shaw's show?'
'Awful, isn't it?'
'Putrid—but the English don't'——
'Ah! What a race!'
'Just so. I say, are you going to Lady Durwent's on Friday?'
'Yes, rather.'
'Look here, old fellow—don't dress, eh?'
'Right. Let's be natural—what? Just Bohemians.'
'The very thing. By-the-by, you don't know a laundry that gives'——