"I say, Craigie, these things which you exhibit on your walls, seeking a purchaser in vain, I suppose may be called failures?"
"Well," remarked the artist, "perhaps you hit the nail on the head in a commercial sense, doctor. You see, men in your profession have the advantage over us poor devils of painters, for while we are compelled to exhibit our failures on the wall, yours are safely planted underground out of sight."
When I met Craigie, after he had spent a summer abroad, he delighted me with his sketches of the many interesting things he had seen.
Among other subjects he had a picture of Monte Carlo.
It is certainly a lovely heaven on earth and I said as much. Craigie grinned at me.
"All the same," said he, "it has appeared to be a regular hades for many a poor devil."
"That's so—when a fellow has lost all his money," I admitted.