Then she would divide her years between the little studio in England and Kami's big studio at Vitry-sur-Marne.

No, she would go to another master, who should force her into the success that was her right, if patient toil and desperate endeavour gave one a right to anything.

Dick had told her that he had worked ten years to understand his craft.

She had worked ten years, and ten years were nothing.

Dick had said that ten years were nothing,--but that was in regard to herself only.