It's what I tried for in my "Empress Eugenie",' he added, with a sigh.
And he went home reflecting on the quality.

'They don't teach you that direct appeal in Paris,' he thought.

'It's British.

Come, I am going to sleep, I must wake up, I must aim higher--aim higher,' cried the little artist to himself.

All through his tea and afterward, as he was giving his eldest boy a lesson on the fiddle, his mind dwelt no longer on his troubles, but he was rapt into the better land; and no sooner was he at liberty than he hastened with positive exhilaration to his studio.
Not even the sight of the barrel could entirely cast him down.