"That is a bold challenge, my little girl; you were not so brave yesterday."
"Yesterday I was undecided. To-day I have made up my mind to fight. You gave me good advice."
"I have some more advice to give you to-day; we did not finish last night."
"What is it?"
"It is this. Do not fight. You were not made to fight."
"Why not? I am courageous."
"Yes, you are courageous, but you are not strong. Don't fight, because you will batter yourself against an impenetrable wall and suffer defeat. Do you know where Karl's heart is?"
"No."
"Then let me tell you. He loves Olga. He cannot love any one else. He has no room in his heart for any other image. Do not make sorrow for yourself, my child. Forget. Go away. Karl is the man for another woman."
Elsa was courageous. She had set aside her conventional training and ideas when she came to the studio to see Karl—to fight for him. Now she resolved that Millar should not defeat her again. She looked at him squarely and said: