his fame, of whom legend hath it that his photographs were bought in
thousands by love-lorn maidens who slept with them beneath their
pillows.

Paul drew her away from the little knot of idlers clustered round
the window. "There's nothing that man can do that I can't do," said
Paul.

"You're twenty times better looking," said Jane.

"I have more intelligence," said Paul.

"Of course," said Jane.

"I'm going to be an actor," said Paul.

"Oh!" cried Jane in sudden rapture. Then her sturdy common-sense
asserted itself. "But can you act?"

"I'm sure I could, if I tried. You've only got to have the genius to
start with and the rest is easy."

As she did not dare question his genius, she remained silent.

"I'm going to be an actor," said he, "and when I'm not acting I
shall be a poet."

In spite of her adoration Jane could not forbear a shaft of
raillery. "You'll leave yourself some time to be a musician, won't
you?"