He lives somewhere around here, I understand.

They say he is very good." The artist looked at her for an instant, in amazement Then, as his normal mind asserted itself, he burst into an embarrassed laugh.
At her look of puzzled inquiry, he said, "I beg your pardon, Mrs.Taine.
I did not realize how harshly I greeted you.

The fact is I--I was dreaming"-- he turned suggestively toward the canvas upon the easel.

"You see I was expecting you--I was thinking--then the music came--and--well--when you actually appeared in the flesh, I did not for the moment realize that it was really you." "How charming of you!" she returned.

"To be made the subject of an artist's dream--really it is quite the nicest compliment I have ever received.