"I'm going home."
The man's face changed.
"You will not do that!"
"Yes."
"It would be another mistake, I think."
"Another?"
"Yes. The first was for one of your temperament to come to a great noisy class like this. You cannot do your best work here. This is not the place for you."
"What could I have done?"
"You can work under some artist alone, some one who can give you more time. I tell you, you have talent, a bello ingegno, signorina."
She looked up with a gleam of hope shining through tears.