I knew it was in you, all the time--if only you could come alive.

God, man! if _that_ could only be exhibited alongside the other! Look here!" He dragged the easel that held Sibyl Andres' portrait to a place beside the one upon which the canvas just finished rested, and drew back the curtain.

The effect was startling.
"'The Spirit of Nature' and 'The Spirit of the Age'," said Conrad Lagrange, in a low tone.
"But you're ruined, my boy," he added gleefully.

"You're ruined.

These canvases will never be exhibited Her own, she'll smash when she sees it; and you'll be artistically damned by the very gods she has invoked to bless you with fame and wealth.