“I take it as a compliment,” said the artist, smiling. “Drinkwater and I are very good friends.”
“Well, my father likes him,” said Will, “and thinks he’s a very good workman, but his rough manners—”
“You are not speaking of me, I hope?” said the artist.
“Speaking of you! No. But my father says that he often feels irritated by him.”
“Ah!” said the artist, reflectively. “He never shows them to me when we have a pipe together at night. He is a very interesting character, Will. Of course, as somebody said, ‘manners makyth man—’”
“Oh,” said Will, “I thought Manners made pictures.”
“No wonder you lost that fish,” said the artist, dryly, “if you waste your time making bad jokes.”