Or, "What vocation are you master of?"
Rosa.
The music—if he could only hear——!
Rafael.
My father is as deaf to my art as he is blind. "Are you master of an art, when it will not yield you bread?" he will say.
Rosa.
But it will yield you bread, if you will but wait, Rafael!
Rafael.
I was very happy when I came through that door. I saw Hanakoff this morning. He is going to play my Fantasia to-night, Rosa, before the aristocracy; he is going to let me lead his orchestra! And in a month he would have played my Symphony!