Needless to say she had a very good one in me.
Jerry was an artist, it seemed.

He was twenty-eight years old, and already he had won no small distinction.

Prizes, medals, honorable mention, and a special course abroad--all these Helen told me about.
She told me, too, about the wonderful success he had just had with the portrait of a certain New York society woman.

She said that it was just going to "make" Jerry; that he could have anything he wanted now--anything.

Then she told me how popular he always was with everybody.