Because now you will have to work in earnest, and you will become a great artist--yes, a truly great artist, and we shall be proud of you." "You shall make of me what you please, and what you can.

For your sake, Iris, I wish I were another Raphael.

You are my mistress and my queen.

Bid me to die, and I will dare--Iris, I swear that the words of the extravagant old song are real to me." "Nay," she said, "not your queen, but your servant always.

Surely love cannot command.