Grey-bearded Gentleman (bowing): “Thank you very much.”
Old Lady: “One sees the whole scene so vividly before one.”
The grey-bearded gentleman bowed again.
Old Lady (bending a little nearer): “They live and move. The characters almost dance before one.”
Grey-bearded Gentleman (evidently rather pleased): “It’s good of you to say so. So few people read my sort of stuff as a rule.”
Old Lady: “They are works of inspiration! By the by, how does inspiration come to you?”
Grey-bearded Gentleman: “Well, it’s rather difficult to say. Anywhere, I think. An idea often flashes through my mind in a crowd, or even when someone is talking to me.”
Old Lady (flapping her wings with delight, and evidently hoping she was an inspiration): “Would you be so very kind as to sign my autograph book?”
“With pleasure,” was the reply. And thereupon she produced a tiny little almanac from her pocket and a stylographic pen, and with a beaming smile remarked:
“Under your name, please write Man and Superman!”