world talks about � the thing is so � so out of drawing that it makes me laugh i don t like writing women as a rule � they give themselves too many airs to please but you innocent he paused well go on she said coldly he looked at her smiling you are cross don t be cross � you lose your expression well � you don t give yourself any airs and you seem to play at literature like a child playing at a game of course you make money by it � but � you know better i do that tiie greatest writers � he the word greatest slightly � never make money and are never popular does failure constitute greatness she asked with a faintly in her sweet voice which he had never heard before sometimes � in fact pretty often he replied his brush busily on his canvas � you should read about great authors i have read about them she said � walter scott was popular and made money � charles was popular and made money � was popular and made money � shakespeare himself seemed to have had the one principal aim of making money enough to live comfortably in his native town and he was popular in his day � indeed he played to the gallery but he was not a failure � and the whole world his greatness now though in his life time he was unconscious of it surprised at her quick eloquence he paused in his work very well spoken he remarked � i see you take a high view of your art but like all women you wander from tiie point we were talking of lord � and i say it would be far better for you to be � well � his � for he might leave you all his fortune � than go on writing books her fancy and his fact her lips quivered despite her efforts tears started to her eyes he saw and throwing down his brush came and knelt beside her passing his arm round her waist what have i said he murmured � innocent � sweet little love forgive me if i have � what � and he laughed softly � rubbed you up the wrong way she forced a smile and her delicate white hands wandered through his hair as he l id his head against her bosom i am sorry she said at last � i thought � i hoped � you might be proud of my work i was planning it all for that you see � she hesitated � i learned so much from the de � the brother of your � that i have been thinking all the time how i could best show you that i was worthy of his teaching the or the public � you know the things they say of me � but i do not want their praise i believe i could do something really great if you cared � for now it is only to please you that i live a sense of shame stung him at this simple nonsense he said almost � you have a thousand other things to live for � you must not think of pleasing me only besides i m not very keen on literature � i m a painter surely painting owes something to literature she � we should not have had all the wonderful and of tiie old masters if there had been no bible true � but perhaps we could have done them he said lightly � i m not at all sure that painting would not have got on just as well without literature at all there is always nature to study � sky sea landscape and the faces of lovely women innocent and children � quite enough for any man where is lord now in italy she replied � he will be away some months she spoke with her heart was heavy � the hopes and she had cherished of adding lustre to her fame for the joy and pride of her lover seemed all crushed at one blow she was too yoimg and inexperienced to the fact that few men are proud of any woman s success especially in the arts their attitude is one of amused when it is not of actual sex jealousy or contempt least of all can any man endure that tiie woman for whom he has a short spell of passionate fancy should considered notable or in an intellectual sense superior to himself he likes her to be dependent on him alone for her happiness � for such poor of comfort he is pleased to give her when the heat of his first passion has cooled � but he is not altogether pleased when she has sufficient intelligent perception to see through his web of and break away clear of the ing threads standing free as a goddess on the height of her own independent innocent s idea of love was the dream of truth and set forth by poets whose sweet singing and others � she was ready to devote all the unique powers of her mind and brain to the of herself for her lover s delight she to be beautiful brilliant renowned and admired simply that he might take joy in knowing that this beautiful brilliant renowned and admired creature was his body and soul � existing solely for him and content to live only so long as he lived to work only so long as he worked � to be nothing apart from his love but to be everything he could desire or command while his love her her fancy and his fact she thought of the eternal union of souls � while he had no belief in the soul at all his half french persuading him that there was nothing eternal and like men of his type he estimated her 