A good musician; something more than an amateur with the violin, I believe.

An artist, too; he had a 'bust in the Academy a few years ago, and I've seen some capital etchings of his." "A universal genius!" said Lilian, with a forced laugh.
"Well, there's no doubt he has come very near success in a good many directions.

Never _quite_ succeeded; there's the misfortune.

I suppose he lacks perseverance.

But he doesn't care; takes everything with a laugh and a joke." He reached for the evening newspaper, and glanced absently over the columns.