Digital heart book

I don't seek any
gratitude, for of course you'll think me a beast; but I
do ask you to pay it back when you are able. At any
rate, that's all I can do. It might be different if I
thought you a genius, Dodd; but I don't, and I advise
you not to."
"I think that was uncalled for, at least," said I.
"I daresay it was," he returned with the same
steadiness. "It seemed to me pertinent; and, besides,
when you ask me for money upon no security, you treat
me with the liberty of a friend, and it's to be
presumed that I can do the like. But the point is, do
you accept?"
"No, thank you," said I; "I have another string to my
bow."
"All right," says Myner; "be sure it's honest."
"Honest? honest?" I cried. "What do you mean by
calling my honesty in question?"
"I won't, if you don't like it," he replied. "You seem
to think honesty as easy as Blind Man's Buff: I don't.
It's some difference of definition."
I went straight from this irritating interview, during
which Myner had never discontinued painting, to the
studio of my old master.


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