"No," he admitted, troubled, "that would not be feasible. You require, of course, a certain amount of slumber."
"Naturally," she said.
"I ought," he said thoughtfully, "to study that phase of you, also."
"What phase, Mr. Brown?"
"When you are sleeping."[130]
"But that is impossible!"
"Convention," he said disdainfully, "makes it so. A literary student is fettered.
"But it is perfectly possible for you to imagine what I look like when I'm asleep, Mr. Brown."
"Imagination is to play no part in my literary work," he said coldly. "What I set down are facts."
"But is that art?"