Besides, I observed that the reigning 'Goddess' in the realm of 'Modern Art' has her eye upon you, already.

As I shall very soon be commanded to drag you to her 'Court,' it is well for you to be prepared." The young man laughed as the other paused to puff vigorously at his brier pipe.
"That red-faced, bull-necked brute, is James Rutlidge, the son and heir of old Jim Rutlidge," continued the novelist.

"Jim inherited a few odd millions from _his_ father, and killed himself spending them in unmentionable ways.

The son is most worthily carrying out his father's mission, with bright prospects of exceeding his distinguished parent's fondest dreams.

But, unfortunately, _he_ is hampered by lack of adequate capital--the bulk of the family wealth having gone with the old man." "Do you mean James Rutlidge--the great critic ?" exclaimed Aaron King, with increased interest.
"The same," answered the other, with his twisted smile.