"I don't expect you to give up anything. I only expect you to do more."
"To do more I must do less. I've no talent."
"No talent?"
"I mean for painting."
Julia pulled up again. "That's odious! You have—you must."
He burst out laughing. "You're altogether delightful. But how little you know about it—about the honourable practice of any art!"
"What do you call practice? You'll have all our things—you'll live in the midst of them."
"Certainly I shall enjoy looking at them, being so near them."
"Don't say I've taken you away then."