I have but one gift--that is genius.

And I have dared, fired by such a beauty as woman never had before, to raise my eyes to you.

They are dazzled, blinded, and I must suffer for my rashness; and yet--" He paused, gave another keen glance, felt perfectly satisfied that what he was saying was well received, then went on: "Artists before now have loved great ladies, and by their genius have immortalized them.

But I am mad to say such things.

This is the age of money-worship, and art is no longer valued as in those times." "I do not value money," she said, in a clear, sweet voice.