"To be seen and admired by others besides Cornelius O'Reilly, you vain little creature."
"It is not for that; but I should like a party or so."
"Well, when we get invited, I shall take you," he replied, with a smile that provoked me.
"Yes," I said, colouring, "but you know no one will ask us. We go nowhere; we see no one, not even artists. I wish you would see artists."
"I don't care about English artists," he replied, drily.
"Well then, Irish."
"Still less. The three kingdoms and the principality do not yield one with whom I would care to spend an hour."
"But I want to see artists."
"And am I not an artist?"
"Oh! I know you so well! What is your friend Armari like?"