"I'll have to do something for myself.
Oh, if I could only earn some money by singing! I would love it.

Not in the streets though.

No, I could never do that again.

Never!" She clasped her hands tightly and her face became sad.

Then her thoughts went back to Vane and she pictured him in his lonely garret perhaps dreaming of the glorious future awaiting him if his tragedy was a success, or perhaps he was dejected.