That is all we know." "I thought you had given up that whim of being an artist ?" said Miss Vance, sharply facing on him.
Young Waldeaux reddened.

"Yes, I have given it up.

I know as well as you do that I have no talent.

I am going to study my profession at Oxford, and earn my bread by it." "Quite right.

You never would earn it by art," she said decisively.
"How long do you stay in York, Frances ?" "Oh, a day, or a month--or--years, as we please," said Frances, lazily turning her head away.