"I thought you would. He's so handsome. Don't you think him handsome?"
"Yes."
"He is astonishingly clever, too. Everybody is talking about what they call his New Gospel. Do you believe in his New Gospel, dear?"
"I don't know what it is."
"I'm not quite sure that I do. What is his New Gospel, Don?"
"That he alone can explain, Aunt. But it is going to stir up the world. Paul is a genius—the only true genius of the age."
"Quite agree. I don't know that it isn't just as well. Don't you think it may be just as well, dear?"
"I don't know," said Flamby, looking up slowly.
"I'm not quite sure that I do. Has your furniture arrived, dear?"
"Not yet, Aunt," replied Don on Flamby's behalf. "Most of it will have to be purchased, and I thought you might give Flamby some sort of a notion what to buy. Then we could trot off up town and get things."