But it took courage for you to say what you did, and I'll never forget it.

Here's my hand, Mr.Dodd.
I'm not your equal in culture or talent--" "You know nothing about that," I interrupted.

"I have seen your work, but you haven't seen mine.
"No more I have," he cried; "and let's go see it at once! But I know you are away up.

I can feel it here." To say truth, I was almost ashamed to introduce him to my studio--my work, whether absolutely good or bad, being so vastly superior to his.
But his spirits were now quite restored; and he amazed me, on the way, with his light-hearted talk and new projects.

So that I began at last to understand how matters lay: that this was not an artist who had been deprived of the practice of his single art; but only a business man of very extended interests, informed (perhaps something of the most suddenly) that one investment out of twenty had gone wrong.
As a matter of fact besides (although I never suspected it) he was already seeking consolation with another of the muses, and pleasing himself with the notion that he would repay me for my sincerity, cement our friendship, and (at one and the same blow) restore my estimation of his talents.