But you can afford to be generous to other painters." "Can I ?" Neville turned and gazed at Querida, gray eyes clear in their searching inquiry.

Then he laughed a little and looked out over the sunny landscape.
Querida's olive cheeks had reddened a trifle.
Neville said: "What _is_ the trouble with my work, anyway?
Is it what some of you fellows say ?" Querida did not pretend to misunderstand: "You're really a great painter, Neville.

And you know it.

Must you have _everything_ ?" "Well--I'm going after it." "Surely--surely.

I, also.