“Wasn’t he awful?” said Rosaleen, with a sigh of relief, when he had
gone.
“Oh, I don’t know!” said Miss Mell. “That’s only his way. He’s really a
very well known artist.... What are you laughing at, Enid?”
“At him,” she answered. “And his babyishness. And his airs. Why, he’s
crazy about women. You can see _that_. I’ll have him eating out of my
hand in a week or two.”