"Yes. I mean, near Washington Square. In a place called the Sheridan."
"The Sheridan? Really? Then perhaps you know Mr. Beamish?"
"Yes. Oh, yes. Yes."
"He's a dear, isn't he? I've known him all my life."
"Yes."
"It must be jolly to be an artist."
"Yes."
"I'd love to see some of your pictures."
Warm thrills permeated George's system.
"May I send you one of them?" he bleated.