"Why not? Too proud?"
"No—rubbish! It does seem an infernal shame not to, when you've scraped it together with your dear little paws; but—well—don't think me a brute—I don't know that I want to go to Paris now."
"Not to go to Paris?"
"No."
"Idiot!"
"Kathy, which Botticelli did she ask you to do for her?"
"The one you got so excited about, with St. John and the angel—right-hand side opposite you as you go in. Come, I can see through that trick, and I'm not going to stand any nonsense."
"It isn't nonsense."
"It is. Why, you were raving about Meissonier last year."
"Yes, last year; but——"