But for Warburton he would have worked even less.

To Will it seemed an odd result of fortunate love that the artist, though in every other respect a better man than before, should have become, to all appearances, less zealous, less efficient, in his art.

Had Rosamund Elvan the right influence on her lover; in spite of Norbert's lyric eulogy, had she served merely to confuse his aims, perhaps to bring him down to a lower level of thought?
There was his picture, "Sanctuary." Before he knew Rosamund, Franks would have scoffed at such a subject, would have howled at such treatment of it.

There was notable distance between this and what Norbert was painting in that summer sunrise four years ago, with his portable easel in the gutter.

And Miss Elvan admired "Sanctuary"-- at least, Franks said she did.