"I think I have," he replied, slowly flicking the ashes that had accumulated upon his cigar.
"Good! That means more glory. In this sordid age, and with an uncomprehending public, you've had rare fortune in getting rid of your work, Dick. Your pictures are sellers, I hear. How proud your father would have been! My old friend was one of the few men I have known who set a price upon genius above money."
"Yes: I wish father and mother could have known. It's often a bit lonely."
"But there is Katharine. At least, I suppose, there is still Katharine?"
"Yes," slowly, "there is still Katharine; and our relations are the same. She's watching my stunts in art."
"She's proud of you?"
"She's proud of my success." Thornly smiled. "There's a difference, you know."
"Oh! yes. But Katharine is young. I'd like to see the child again. Is she as pretty as her childhood promised?"
"She is very handsome."
"Full of life and dimples?"