She looked gravely at him, full into his eyes, as she replied, somewhat coldly:
“Not that I am aware of.”
His heart gave one great bound, as though a dull, dead weight had been suddenly removed.
“I hope to see your handicraft on the walls of the Academy when we return.”
“Sabe Dios!” he said, clasping his knees with his hands, and gazing out across the moaning sea.
“If you try you will succeed.”
“I have a very poor opinion of my own power of success in anything. I am colorless, purposeless.”
“Neither one nor the other. You have a noble profession, a glorious talent, and Father Maurice says you have a good heart. With three such friends as companions life is a garden of flowers.”
“And yet till within the last few days I have found it but a desert.”
Then silence fell upon both.