She says there is nothing so desirable for a man as to own a large place, and to live on it; and I think she has the thought in her mind that she will keep me with her here on the estate; and of course it would be a great thing for me if she did.

Just think of it.
Always to live here as we do now; how terribly ungrateful I should be if I did not rejoice in such a prospect! Only--I must give up all idea of ever being an artist!" And Fani hung his head.
"Oh, what a shame! It's of no use thinking about it any more, then!" cried Emma, in tones of intense disappointment.

"And I was just beginning to think that everything would turn out for you as I had hoped.

It is too bad! I had such good fun reading the book, and putting your name in the place of the celebrated artist; like this--'In delicacy of drawing Fani von Buchberg stands far above all his compeers.' For you know when you were celebrated, you would be spoken of so; for they always take the name of their birth-place, instead of their family name; and that would be particularly nice, because Hopli isn't a very good name, but Fani von Buchberg sounds finely, doesn't it?
Listen!" And Emma read from the book.
"Where Fani von Buchberg learned to mix his paints, is a mystery.

Even to this day, he is the only one who can place such enchanting tones of color upon his canvas.