"A portrait is always so unsatisfactory, don't you think?"
"Perhaps; a looking-glass is a better artist than Herkomer."
"Now you're going to be clever! Look at Mrs. Wrampling in the stalls—fancy showing so soon after the divorce! Isn't she a perfect poem, though?"
"One that has been through several editions."
"She's well made up, but she's put on a little too much colour."
"Oh, she's not as ugly as she's painted."
"Now you are much too nice a boy to be cynical."
"The cynic only sees things as they really are."
She laughed a silvery little laugh. "Who is that ugly man with her?"
"That is the man—Wilfrid Fletcher."