"She has become interesting, as I suppose you know."
"How should I know?"
"Well, you must see her, you must paint her," Nash returned. "She tells me something was said about it that day at Madame Carré's."
"Oh I remember—said by Peter."
"Then it will please Mr. Sherringham—you'll be glad to do that. I suppose you know all he has done for Miriam?" Gabriel pursued.
"Not a bit, I know nothing about Peter's affairs," Nick said, "unless it be in general that he goes in for mountebanks and mimes and that it occurs to me I've heard one of my sisters mention—the rumour had come to her—that he has been backing Miss Rooth."
"Miss Rooth delights to talk of his kindness; she's charming when she speaks of it. It's to his good offices that she owes her appearance here."
"Here?" Nick's interest rose. "Is she in London?"
"D'où tombez-vous? I thought you people read the papers."
"What should I read, when I sit—sometimes—through the stuff they put into them?"