"Yes, but so tremendously good-looking. I shall ask Nick to take me there," the girl continued after a moment.
"Well, she'll do you no harm. They're all right, as she says. It's the world of art—you were standing up so for art just now."
"Oh, I wasn't thinking so much of that kind," said Biddy.
"There's only one kind—it's all the same thing. If one sort's good the other is."
Biddy walked along a moment. "Is she serious? Is she conscientious?"
"Oh, she has the makings of a great artist," said Peter.
"I'm glad to hear you think a woman can be one."
"In that line there has never been any doubt about it."
"And only in that line?'
"I mean on the stage in general, dramatic or lyric. It's as the actress that the woman produces the most complete and satisfactory artistic results."
"And only as the actress?"
"Yes, there's another art in which she's not bad."
"Which one do you mean?" asked Biddy.
"That of being charming and good and indispensable to man."
"Oh, that isn't an art."
"Then you leave her only the stage. Take it if you like in the widest sense."
Biddy appeared to reflect a moment, as if to see what sense this might be. But she found none that was wide enough, for she cried the next minute: "Do you mean to say there's nothing for a woman but to be an actress?"
