“That’s it—painting lessons. Dick is an extraordinary man.”
“You mean Dick Garstin. I don’t know him.”
“He’s absolutely unscrupulous, but a genius. I believe genius always is unscrupulous. I am sure of it. It cannot be anything else.”
“That’s a pity.”
“I don’t know that it is.”
“But how does Dick Garstin show his unscrupulousness?”
Miss Van Tuyn looked suddenly wary.
“Oh—in all sorts of ways. He uses people. He looks on people as mere material. He doesn’t care for their feelings. He doesn’t care what happens to them. If he gets out of them what he wants it’s enough. After that they may go to perdition, and he wouldn’t stretch out a finger to save them.”
“What a delightful individual!”
“Ah!—you don’t understand genius.”