“Well bowled, as we say in cricket.”
“Has Mr. Trenton many friends in London?”
“Not a great number. He is a man who sticks rather closely to his work, and, as I said before, he prides himself on telling the truth. That doesn’t do in London any more than it does in Boston.”
“Well, I honour him for it.”
“Oh, certainly; everybody does in the abstract. But it is not a quality that tends to the making or the keeping of friends, you know.”
“If you see Mr. Trenton when you return, I wish you would tell him there is a lady in America who is a friend of his; and if he has any pictures the people over there do not appreciate, ask him to send them to Boston, and his friend will buy them.”
“Then you must be rich, for his pictures bring very good prices, even in England.”
“Yes,” said Miss Sommerton, “I am rich.”
“Well, I suppose it’s very jolly to be rich,” replied the artist, with a sigh.
“You are not rich, then, I imagine?”