He edited his experiences, and she listened without interest. Most of his talk was of Kilner.
“Artists are very immoral men, aren’t they?”
René shrugged.
“It depends,” he said, “on what you mean by morality.”
“There are rules,” said she, “and commandments.”
“My friend has rules,” he replied, “rather good ones. He dislikes doing anything which interferes with his power to paint.”
“To me that sounds very selfish.”
“I don’t think we can argue about that, mother.”
“No. I suppose you made very little money.”
“Three pounds a week.”