The sigh which left Fenton's lips was almost one of relief, although he felt that this first attempt to turn the talk into financial channels had failed. "No," he replied. "Civilized honesty consists largely in making the truth convey a false impression, so that one is saved a lie in words while telling one in effect." "It is strange how we cling to that old idea that as long as the letter of what we say is true it is no matter if the spirit be false," was Mr. Hubbard's response. "I thought of it yesterday at the meeting of the committee on the statue, when we were all sitting there trying to get the better of each other by telling true falsehoods." "How does the statue business come on?" Fenton asked. "Not very fast. I am sure I wish I was out of it. America always was a trouble, and this time is no exception to the rule." "I hope," Arthur said, speaking with more seriousness, "that Grant Herman will be given the commission. He's all and away the best man." He had secretly a feeling that he was putting an item on the credit side of his account with the sculptor in urging his fitness for this work. "It is hard to do anything with Calvin and Irons. I've always been for Herman, but I don't mind telling you in confidence that I stand alone on the committee." "Isn't there any way of helping things on? Wouldn't a petition from the artists do some good?" "It might. But if you get up one don't let me know. I'd rather be able to say that I had no knowledge of it if it came before us." Fenton smiled and continued his painting. With a thrill half of triumph, half of rage, he became aware that he was this morning succeeding admirably in getting just the likeness he wanted in the sitter's portrait. He had feared lest his excitement should render him unfit for work, but it had, on the contrary, spurred him up to unusual effectiveness. The thought came into his mind of the price at which he was buying this skill, and it was characteristic that the reflection which followed was that at least, if he caused Hubbard to lose money by betraying the secret he hoped to get from him, he was, to a degree, repaying him by painting a portrait which could under no other circumstances be so good.