"My Lord, man!" he retorted; "I write for a living. I've got to know them."
"Go on, then," I said.
He went on:
A few moments later Ellis came in with rolls, milk and fruit.
"That's very decent of you," said Landon, but the other cut him short, excitedly.
"Jim, who is the divinity I just met in your hallway? Yours?"
"What divinity?"
"Her hair," said Ellis, a little wildly, "is the color of Tuscan gold; her eyes, ultra marine; and the skin of her is just pure snow with a brushful of carmine across the lips—and the Great Sculptor Himself must have moulded her body——"