“Hello! Frederic. I’m Serge.”
“How are you?” returned Frederic. “Going to stay long?”
“About two years.”
“The devil you are. I’ve just been talking to some men about you. I showed them your drawings. One man says you’re a genius. What does it feel like?”
“Being a genius? I don’t know. But I imagine it’s like being an ordinary person—only more so. You look rather washed out.”
“Oh! I’ve been working hard. I’m tired.”
“You’re very late,” said Francis.
“Yes. I didn’t think you’d be sitting up. All the women in bed? Where are you to sleep?”
“I don’t know.”
“Where is he to sleep, pa?”