Cummings, smiling.—"No. He is a painter."
General Wyatt.—"Is he a man of note? Successful in his profession?"
Cummings.—"Not yet. But that is certain to come."
General Wyatt.—"He is poor?"
Cummings.—"He is a young painter."
General Wyatt.—"Sir, excuse me. Had he planned to remain here some time yet?"
Cummings, reluctantly.—"He has been sketching here. He had expected to stay through October."
General Wyatt.—"You make the sacrifice hard to accept—I beg your pardon! But I must accept it. I am bound hand and foot."
Cummings.—"I am sorry to have been obliged to tell you this."