My mind is made up." "But this is not the artists' quarter.

You may seek your inspiration in Montmartre, but you must have your studio across the river." "Why must I?
What compels me ?" The Irishman shrugged his shoulders.

"Nothing compels you, but it is the thing to do.

You can live here, certainly, if you want to--there is no law to forbid it--and you can find a studio on the Boulevard de Clichy; but the other is the thing to do." The boy smiled his young wise smile.

"Monsieur, there is only one thing to do--the thing one wants to do, the thing the heart compels.