"No imagination, all the same," answered the Critic. "As realistic in subject, if not in treatment, as Zola."
"Now give us some shop jargon," laughed the Lawyer. "You've not really treated us to a true touch of your methods yet."
"I only do that," laughed the Critic, "when I'm getting paid for it. After all, as the Violinist remarked, the situation is a favorite one in melodrama, from the money-coining 'Two Orphans' down. The only trouble is, the Lawyer poured his villain and hero into one mould. The other man ought to have trapped her, and the hero rescued her. But that is only the difference between reality and art. Life is inartistic. Art is only choosing the best way. Life never does that."
"Pig's wrist," said the Doctor, and that settled the question.