I find you compromising with your ambitions, which in themselves are not above reproach from any point of view.

I find you adulterating what ought to be the pure stream of ideality with muddy considerations of what the people are pleased to call the moralities, and with the feebler contamination of the conventionalities--" "I _couldn't_ smoke with her," commented Janet, reading over his shoulder.

"It wasn't that I objected in the least, but it made me so very--uncomfortable, that I would never try a second time." Kendal's smile deepened, and he read on without answering, except by pressing her finger-tips against his lips.
"I should be sorry to deny your great cleverness and your pretensions to a certain sort of artistic interpretation.
But to me the _artist bourgeois_ is an outsider, who must remain outside.

He has nothing to gain by fellowship with me, and I--pardon me--have much to lose.
"So, if you please, we will go our separate ways, and doubtless will represent, each to the other, an experiment that has failed.

You will believe me when I say that I am intensely sorry.