your scotch ancestors you are a slave to the of your grandmother and your grand you obey them but do we not inherit our reason just as much as we inherit our feelings they had argued that point she could not remember what his argument was but she remembered that she had held her ground that he had her not forgetting however to take the credit of the improvement in her intellectual to himself which indeed was no more than just she would have been nothing without him how he had altered she had come to think and feel like him she often caught herself saying exactly by what he would say in certain and having heard him say how affected him she had tried to acquire a like sensibility unconsciously she had a great deal that little trick of his using his eyes a certain way that knowing little glance of his had become habitual to her she had met men who were more profound never anyone whose mind was more alert more amusing and sufficient for every occasion she a moment and then remembered further they now ate the same dishes and no longer had need to consult each other before ordering dinner in their first week in paris she had learnt to look forward to in the morning before she got up and this taste was to her for it reminded her of him in the picture galleries she had always tried to pick out the pictures he would like if they could not decide how a passage should be sung or were in doubt regarding the attitude and gesture best fitted to carry on a dramatic action she had noticed that if they separated so that they might arrive at individual conclusions they almost always happened upon the same to each other they now affected not to know from whom a certain quaint notion had come � clearly it had been inspired by him but which had first expressed it was not sure � that the three great type were and the of and la h nor were they sure which had first suggested that in the last week of her stage career she should appear in all three parts as la h would set musical london by the ears she had often wondered whether by having absorbed so much of s character she had proved herself deficient in character maintained on the contrary that the sign of genius is the power of and that which is necessary to the development of he mentioned s life which he said was but the tale of a long of ideas the narrow barren soul is narrow and barren because it cannot acquire we come into the world with nothing in our own right except the capacity for the acquisition of ideas we cannot invent ideas we can only gather some of those in circulation since the beginning of the world we them with the colour and form of our time and if that by colour and form be of supreme quality the work is preserved as representative of a period in the history of a name may or may not be attached to each specimen genius is merely the power of only the fool he would go still further he maintained that if the circumstances of a man s life admitted the acquisition of only one set of ideas his work was thin but if on the contrary circumstances threw him in the way of a new set of ideas a set of ideas different from the first set yet sufficiently near for the same brain to then the work produced by that brain would be endowed with richer colour or in form the idea was he said to a work of art what salt is to meat � it preserved works of art against the action of time how they had talked i how they had discussed things i they had talked about everything and she remembered all he said as she recalled the arguments he had used the scene of this last conversation passed and in vanishing � on the they had stopped there on their way to where she was going to sing the maidens and their gold the fire surrounding the death of the hero the end of the legends these she knew but of she knew nothing � the story or the music the time was for him to tell it the flame of the candle burnt in the still midnight and she had listened with breath she could see leaning forward telling the story and she could even see her own listening face as he related how the poor fool rises through of faith and of doubt how he the sick king with the sacred spear and becomes himself the high priest of the it had seemed to that she had been carried beyond the limits of earthly things the thrill and shiver of the dead man s genius haunted the liquid ripple of the river the moment was the deep night was full of the haunting ripple of the and she remembered how she had clasped her hands her very words came back to her it is wonderful and we are listening to the we shall never forget this midnight at that moment the bell rang and she re by why she had stayed in church she wished to discover what remnant or of her early faith still clung about her she wished to put her to the test she wondered if at the moment of she would be compelled to bow her head the bell rang again she grew tremulous with expectation she strove to refrain but her head bowed a little and her thoughts expanded into prayer she was not sure that she actually prayed for her thoughts did not divide into explicit words or phrases there certainly followed a beautiful softening of her whole being the bitterness of 