“Isn’t that rather a good stage to be in?” asked Miss Wrexham.
“Quite delightful for yourself, but it makes you a little intolerant of other people. Tom dislikes my statuettes as much as he dislikes my cigars.”
“I dislike them very much more,” said Tom fervently.
“There, you see—you may judge how much he loathes them.”
“Bring one out,” said Tom, “and see if Miss Wrexham doesn’t agree with me.”
“I don’t carry my own statuettes about with me,” said Manvers; “one’s own works are very bad company. When you have begun on your life-size Apollo, you will know why.”
“Apollo shall dine with me every night.”
“My dear fellow, how you will bore each other!” said Manvers.
Maud Wrexham began to laugh.
“You mustn’t pea-shoot each other in public,” she said. “When doctors disagree, they must do so out of hearing of their patient.”