Robert W. Chambers,
In the Quarter
“ At last Braith reached over and shook the ashes out of his pipe. Rex lighted a fresh cigarette at the same time, and their eyes met with a look of mutual confidence and goodwill. Braith spoke again, firmly this time. “God keep you out of the mire, Rex; you’re all right thus far. But it is my solemn belief that an affair of that kind would be your ruin as an artist; as a man.” “The Quarter doesn’t regard things in that light,” said Gethryn, trying hard to laugh off the weight that oppressed him. “The Quarter is a law unto itself. Be a law unto yourself, Rex—Good night, old chap.” ”
