"Oh, you know I'm wedded to my art," he said lightly.
"Yes, and it's the art of making love, isn't it?"
"'No further seek his merits to disclose,'" said Keith, and Fernigan added, "'Nor draw his frailties from their dread abode.'"
The girl from Santa Rosa looked suddenly bursting with intelligence, recognizing the quotation. She started to finish it, then stopped; her lips moved silently. Granthope smiled.
Frankie Dean had been watching her chance for another at his expense. Now she asked, with apparent frankness: "Mr. Granthope, can you tell character by the lines on the soles of the feet?"
"Science of Solistry," murmured Keith to the Santa Rosa girl.
"Let's try it!" Mrs. Page exclaimed. "I will, for one! Do you know my second toe's longer than my great toe? I'm awfully proud of it. I can prove it, too!"
"Go on!" Frankie Dean dared her.
The girl from Santa Rosa stared, her lips apart. "Why, every one's is, aren't they?"
"No such thing!" Mrs. Page stopped and almost blushed. A chorus of laughter.