To me he is just the dearest man in the world.
MAGGIE [passionately]. My John is. I love him so much I could die
for him. I'm going through hunger and want to make him great and
he loves me. He worships me!
MARGARET [leisurely to HARRIET]. I should like to meet Mr.
Goodrich. Bring him to our studio. John has some sketches to
show. Not many, because all the portraits have been purchased by
the subjects. He gets as much as four thousand dollars now.
HETTY [to HARRIET]. Don't pay that much.
HARRIET [to MARGARET]. As much as that?
MARGARET. It is not really too much when one considers that John
is in the foremost rank of artists to-day. A picture painted by
him now will double and treble in value.
MAGGIE. It's all a lie. He is growing weak with despair.
HARRIET. Does he paint all day long?
MAGGIE. No, he draws advertisements for our bread.
MARGARET [to HARRIET]. When you and your husband come to see us,
telephone first ----
MAGGIE. Yes, so he can get the advertisements out of the way.
MARGARET. Otherwise you might arrive while he has a sitter, and
John refuses to let me disturb him then.
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