learned little man studied everything.

"A friend of yours, Denzil?" he inquired.

"Yes," responded Murray readily; "a very great friend--Dr. Maxwell
Dean. Dr. Dean, let me introduce to you Armand Gervase; I need not
explain him further!"

"You need not, indeed!" said the doctor, with a ceremonious bow.
"The name is one of universal celebrity."

"It is not always an advantage--this universal celebrity," replied
Gervase. "Nor is it true that any celebrity is actually universal.
Perhaps the only living person that is universally known, by name
at least, is Zola. Mankind are at one in their appreciation of
vice."

"I cannot altogether agree with you there," said Dr. Dean slowly,
keeping his gaze fixed on the artist's bold, proud features with
singular curiosity. "The French Academy, I presume, are
individually as appreciative of human weaknesses as most men; but
taken collectively, some spirit higher and stronger than their own
keeps them unanimous in their rejection of the notorious Realist
who sacrifices all the canons of art and beauty to the discussion
of topics unmentionable in decent society."

Gervase laughed idly.

"Oh, he will get in some day, you may be sure," he answered.
"There is no spirit higher and stronger than the spirit of