You have no faith in my powers, to begin with.

It seems to you very unlikely that an everyday sort of girl, whom you have met in society and know all about, should develop into a great artist.

No faith--that's the first thing.

Then you are so kind as to have fears for me--yes, it was your own word.

You think that you know the world, whilst I am ignorant of it, and that it's a sort of duty to offer warnings.' Harvey's all but angry expression, as he listened and fidgeted, suddenly stopped her.
'Well! Can you deny that these things are in your mind ?' 'They are not in my mind at this moment, that's quite certain,' said Harvey bluntly.
'Then, what is ?' 'Something it isn't easy to say, when you insist on quarrelling with me.