"Why do you ask that question?"
"I gathered that you hadn't."
"I went there the day Craig took the place."
"And have not returned! Why?"
"I am working hard with Richter."
"So he tells me. Don't overwork. Art isn't everything."
"Aren't you inconsistent?" she laughed.
"Lord, yes! Consistently inconsistent. Life would lose half its sparkle, if I weren't. But the new studio; you should have a look in; it would interest you. I don't often trouble the pink-tea district, but an errand took me into the Copley building to-day just as Julie entered, and she offered to show me through."
His meditations became irksome.
"Well?" Jean prompted.