Mr. Averidge. Literature——
Claude. He tells me he's not a Romanticist; he cares only for the Classics.
Mr. Averidge. Art——
Claude (resigned). He dismisses Symbolism with a word, smiles at Impressionism as old-fashioned, but speaks most kindly both of Millais and Whistler. He calls them "poor dears." I think that was the phrase. I won't be sure, but I think so.
Mr. Averidge. Yes, he's astounding.
[Ponders.
Claude (to Muriel). Aren't we going to have some music? How I should like you to play those chants to me again! Won't you, Miss Vane? I love sacred music so.
Muriel. Yes; with pleasure. Viola has had my organ put in the billiard-room, to be out of the way.
[Rises.
Claude (as he and Muriel go into the billiard-room). The worst point about these clever boys is that they are so cynical! No sentiment—no heart!