"Were you awfully bored? You seemed to be getting along quite well with
Sybil."
"I like her. She's good fun."
"She's certainly having good fun. I'd give anything to know what Bailey
really thinks of it. She is the most shockingly extravagant little
creature in New York. You know the Wilburs were quite poor, and poor
Sybil was kept very short. I think that marrying Bailey and having all
this money to play with has turned her head."
It struck Kirk that the criticism applied equally well to the critic.
"She does the most absurd things. She gave a freak dinner when you were
away that cost I don't know how much. She is always doing something.
Well, I suppose Bailey knows what he is about; but at her present pace
she must be keeping him busy making money to pay for all her fads. You
ought to paint a picture of Bailey, Kirk, as the typical patient
American husband. You couldn't get a better model."
"Suggest it to him, and let me hide somewhere where I can hear what he
says. Bailey has his own opinion of my pictures."
Ruth laughed a little nervously. She had always wondered exactly what
had taken place that day in the studio, and the subject was one which
she was shy of exhuming. She turned the conversation.
"What did you ask me just now? Something about----"
"I asked you what you had in common with these people.
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