By remaining an artist, I should satisfy one part of my conscience, but at the expense of all my better feelings; it might even be supposed--though, I trust, not by you--that I made my helplessness an excuse for forgetting you when most you needed kindness.

I shall go back to England, and devote myself with energy to the new task, however repulsive it may prove.

Whether you think of me or not, I do it for your sake; you cannot rob me of that satisfaction.

Some day I shall again stand before you, and ask you for what you once promised.

If then you refuse--well, I must bear the loss of all my hopes." "You may direct your life as you choose," Madeline replied scornfully, "but you will please to understand that I give you no encouragement to hope anything from me.