"He likes me," he answered after a pause; "I know he likes me.

Of course I flatter him dreadfully.

I find a strange pleasure in saying things to him that I know I shall be sorry for having said.

As a rule, he is charming to me, and we sit in the studio and talk of a thousand things.

Now and then, however, he is horribly thoughtless, and seems to take a real delight in giving me pain.