"I should have thought there was absolutely no doubt."
"No?" queried Paul in genuine astonishment.
"Of course not. You've got to write great poetry."
"I've also got to live," said Paul, with a flicker of a smile.
"Naturally. What about it?"
"Well, I've got to earn money."
Ursula found what she was looking for. "Here it is," she said, coming over to him.
And then, carrying on the conversation: "I think those of us who can see and express things, ought to think first of that," she said. "After all, one lives somehow."
But Paul hardly heard. He was staring at the little picture, and was very silent.
She broke the silence. "Well, can you guess the poem?" she demanded.