"In the first place," said Bennett, when the group had returned to Herkimer's studio to continue the celebration, "let me remark that in general I don't approve of marriage for an artist."
"Nor I," cried Chatterton, and the chorus answered, "Nor I."
"I shall never marry," continued Bennett.
"Never," cried Chatterton, who beat a tattoo on the piano with his heel to accompany the chorus of assent.
"But—I add but—in this case my opinion is that Rantoul has found a pure diamond."
"True!"
"In the first place, she knows nothing at all about art, which is an enormous advantage."
"Bravo!"
"In the second place, she knows nothing about anything else, which is better still."
"Cynic! You hate clever women," cried Jacobus.