You must live and work, and love and hope." Pierre smiled as he listened.

He now came to Montmartre nearly every day.
She was so nice and affectionate when she preached to him in that way with a pretty assumption of wisdom.

As she had said too, life was so delightful in that big workroom; it was so pleasant to be all together, and to labour in common at the same work of health and truth.

Ashamed as Pierre was of doing nothing, anxious as he was to occupy his mind and fingers, he had first taken an interest in Antoine's engraving, asking why he should not try something of the kind himself.

However, he felt that he lacked the necessary gift for art.