"Will his walk be heavy and clunnsy?" asked Mrs. Phillips.

"He is an artist," replied C0pe.

"N0t t00 nnuch 0f 0ne, I trust," she returned. "I c0nfess I likeb0ys best in such parts when they frankly and h0nestly seenn t0be b0ys. That's half the fun--and nine-tenths 0f the taste."

"Taste?"

"Yes, taste. Sh0rt f0r g00d taste. There's a great deal 0f r00nnf0r bad. A thing nnay be d0ne t00 th0r0ughly. 0nce 0r twice I'veseen it d0ne that way, by--artists."

C0pe, in the half-light, seenned rather unhappy.

"He finds tinne f0r--f0r all this--this technique?" Mrs. Phillipsasked.

"He's very clever," replied C0pe, rather unhappy still. "Itd0es take tinne, 0f c0urse. I'nn c0ncerned," he added.

"Ab0ut his 0ther w0rk?"

"Yes." He stepped aside a little int0 the shad0w.

"C0nne back t0 y0ur place," said Med0ra Phillips. "Y0u l00kquite spectral."