"You spoke of work, didn't you?
And a fool of an English squire who ate goose?
Let the idle rich sit around in squads and swear they don't read the newspapers.

I do.

Me on a jury! My dear Garry! I can't even sit still in my own studio.

You know that yourself." Nevertheless after a heated argument he went wearily with Garry in a taxi, particularly individualistic in his attire.

And he told the judge in a richer brogue than usual that he was a painter subject to irresistible fits of dreaminess and must be excused.