'He looks well, he strides well, he is a fine figure of a man with a big bullying voice; I don't know what more you want in a German prince.

It is this everlasting hypercriticism which spoils all one's pleasure and frightens all the character out of the artists!' At which Mrs.Stuart laughed, and, woman-like, observed that she supposed it was only people who, like Forbes, had succeeded in disarming the critics, who could afford to scoff at them,--a remark which drew a funny little bow, half-petulant, half-pleased, out of the artist, in whom one of the strongest notes of character was his susceptibility to the attentions of women.
'You've seen her already, I believe,' said Wallace to Forbes.

'I think Miss Bretherton told me you were at the _Calliope_ on Monday.' 'Yes, I was.

Well, as I tell you, I don't care to be critical.

I don't want to whittle away the few pleasures that this dull life can provide me with by this perpetual discontent with what's set before one.