You live in the whirl and hurry of a world into which
a poor artist can hardly find it to his advantage to follow you."
"In plain English, I am hopelessly frivolous. You put it very
generously."
"I won't hesitate to say all my thought," said Rowland. "For better or
worse, you seem to me to belong, both by character and by circumstance,
to what is called the world, the great world. You are made to ornament
it magnificently. You are not made to be an artist's wife."
"I see. But even from your point of view, that would depend upon the
artist. Extraordinary talent might make him a member of the great
world!"
Rowland smiled. "That is very true."
"If, as it is," Christina continued in a moment, "you take a low view of
me--no, you need n't protest--I wonder what you would think if you knew
certain things."
"What things do you mean?"
"Well, for example, how I was brought up. I have had a horrible
education. There must be some good in me, since I have perceived it,
since I have turned and judged my circumstances."
"My dear Miss Light!" Rowland murmured.
She gave a little, quick laugh.
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