"Merely a little corner at their fireside." He nodded towards Delia and
Gaston.
"The man has sense, and Delia is my daughter!"
"Precisely why I wish a place in their affections."
"Why don't you marry one of the women you have—spoiled, and spend the rest of your time in living yourself down? You are getting old."
"For their own sakes, I don't. Put that to my credit. I'll have but one mistress only as the sand gets low. I've been true to her."
"You, true to anything!"
"The world has said so."
"Nonsense! You couldn't be."
"Visit my new picture in three months—my biggest thing. You will say my mistress fares well at my hands."
"Mere talk. I have seen your mistress, and before every picture I have thought of those women! A thing cannot be good at your price: so don't talk that sentimental stuff to me."