copy pictures for evermore. Dick listened enraptured because it was Maisie who spoke. He knew the old life.
'It hasn't changed much,' he said. 'Do they still steal colours at lunch-time?'
'Not steal. Attract is the word. Of course they do. I'm good—I only attract ultramarine; but there are students who'd attract flake-white.'
'I've done it myself. You can't help it when the palettes are hung up. Every colour is common property once it runs down,—even though you do start it with a drop of oil. It teaches people not to waste their tubes.'
'I should like to attract some of your colours, Dick. Perhaps I might catch your success with them.'
'I mustn't say a bad word, but I should like to. What in the world, which you've just missed a lovely chance of seeing, does success or want of success, or a three-storied success, matter compared with—— No, I won't open that question again. It's time to go back to town.'
'I'm sorry, Dick, but——'
'You're much more interested in that than you are in me.'
'I don't know. I don't think I am.'
'What will you give me if I tell you a sure short-cut to everything you want,—the trouble and
