"What does she say?" asked Kate, laying down her work, and looking up at him.
"Not much, but I can see she thinks like you. I do not blame her or you.
What have I done to justify confidence? Only a foolish little thing, like
Daisy, could take me at my word, and have any faith in me."
"What other profession does she wish you to follow?" inquired Kate.
"None; but she thinks me too enthusiastic."
"A man can't be too enthusiastic about his profession," warmly responded
Kate.
"Indeed then you never said a truer thing."
"If you think it is your vocation to paint pictures, paint pictures with all your might."
"Won't I, that's all?" he replied, throwing back his head, and looking as if, in vulgar parlance, he longed to be at it.
"Ay, but the means?" emphatically said Kate.
"Have I not got money?"