30/39 "It doesn't matter." "But it does," remonstrated he. "You are an artist, now, and an artist's name should always arouse pleasing and romantic anticipations. It's like the odor that heralds the dish. You must remember, my dear, that you have stepped out of the world of dull reality into the world of ideals, of dreams." The sound of two harsh voices, one male, the other female, came from within the cabin--oaths, reproaches. |