He says I've had quite long enough to make my way as an artist, if I'm going to make it at all.

In his opinion, I am simply wasting my time and his money.

No cash results; that is to say, no success.

Of course, his view." The girl kept silence.

Marsh shifted his position slightly, so as to get a view of her face.
"Somebody else's too, I'm half afraid," he murmured dubiously.
Madeline was thinking of a look she had caught on Miss Doran's face when the portfolio disclosed its contents; of Miss Doran's silence; of certain other person' looks and silence--or worse than silence.