"Well, Mr. Whistler, how are you getting on?" said an undesirable acquaintance in a Paris restaurant.
"I'm not," said Whistler, emptying his glass. "I'm getting off."
* * * * *
Miss Pamela Smith, a designer in black and white, while a crude draughtsman, had a fine imagination. Whistler was asked to look over some of her work. After careful examination he said:
"She can't draw."
Another look and a gruff "She can't paint" followed.
A third look and a long thought wound up with, "But she doesn't need to."
* * * * *
A lady who rejoiced in "temperament" once said gushingly to Whistler:
"It is wonderful what a difference there is between people."