They rave about his 'sensitive, brilliant, nervous touch,'-- whatever that may be; his 'marvelous color sense'; his 'beauty of line and pose.' And they quarrel over whether it's realism or idealism that constitutes his charm." "I'm so glad! And is it still the 'Face of a Girl' ?" "Yes; only he's doing straight portraiture now as well.

It's got to be quite the thing to be 'done' by Henshaw; and there's many a fair lady that has graciously commissioned him to paint her portrait.

He's a fine fellow, too--a mighty fine fellow.

You may not know, perhaps, but three or four years ago he was--well, not wild, but 'frolicsome,' he would probably have called it.

He got in with a lot of fellows that--well, that weren't good for a chap of Bertram's temperament." "Like--Mr.Seaver ?" Calderwell turned sharply.
"Did YOU know Seaver ?" he demanded in obvious surprise.
"I used to SEE him--with Bertram." "Oh! Well, he WAS one of them, unfortunately.