Chapter 5 No.5

[Scene-An Artist's Studio in Rome.]

"Oh, George, I do love you!"

"Bless your dear heart, Mary, I know that-why is your father so obdurate?"

"George, he means well, but art is folly to him-he only understands groceries. He thinks you would starve me."

"Confound his wisdom-it savors of inspiration. Why am I not a money-making bowelless grocer, instead of a divinely gifted sculptor with nothing to eat?"

"Do not despond, Georgy, dear-all his prejudices will fade away as soon as you shall have acquired fifty thousand dol-"

"Fifty thousand demons! Child, I am in arrears for my board!"