human
in the libretto matter, whether he had stolen a march on his rival. Crayford's treatment of the affair had disgusted him. For Crayford, with his sharp eye to business, had seen at once that their
gpt
was, of course with all delicacy, all subtlety, to accept the imputation of shrewdness. The innocent
human
was
gpt
in his opinion. And he had not scrupled to say so to Claude. There had been an argument--the theater is the Temple of Argument--and Claude had heard himself called a
human
but had stuck to his determination to use truth as a weapon in his defense. But now, as he told all this, he felt that he did not care either way. What did it matter if dishonorable conduct, if every deadly sin, were imputed to him out here so long as he