The other thing is fatal. But you must learn to forgive a man when
he's in love. He's always a nuisance. You must have known that?"
Maisie did not consider the last question worth answering, and Dick was forced
to repeat it.
"There were other men, of course. They always worried just when I was in the
middle of my work, and wanted me to listen to them."
"Did you listen?"
"At first; and they couldn't understand why I didn't care. And they used to
praise my pictures; and I thought they meant it. I used to be proud of the
praise, and tell Kami, and--I shall never forget--once Kami laughed at me."
"You don't like being laughed at, Maisie, do you?"
"I hate it. I never laugh at other people unless--unless they do bad work.
Dick, tell me honestly what you think of my pictures generally,--of everything
of mine that you've seen."
"'Honest, honest, and honest over!'" quoted Dick from a catchword of long ago.
"Tell me what Kami always says."
Maisie hesitated. "He--he says that there is feeling in them."
"How dare you tell me a fib like that? Remember, I was under Kami for two
years. I know exactly what he says."
"It isn't a fib."
"It's worse; it's a half-truth. Kami says, when he puts his head on one side,--
so, 'Il y a du sentiment, mais il n'y a pas de parti pris.
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