Scarcely knowing what he said or did, he seized Isabella's little hand, impetuously raised his curly head, and enthusiastically exclaimed: "Hear me! your prophecy shall be fulfilled, Belica; I will be an artist.

Art, Art alone! The master said everything else is vain--trivial.

Yes, I feel, I am certain, that the master is right." "Yes, yes," cried Isabella; "you must become a great artist." "And if I don't succeed, if I accomplish nothing more than this...." Here Ulrich suddenly paused, for he remembered that he was going away, perhaps to-morrow, so he continued sadly, in a calmer tone: "Rely upon it; I will do what I can, and whatever happens, you will rejoice, will you not, if I succeed-and if it should be otherwise...." "No, no," she eagerly exclaimed.

"You can accomplish everything, and I--I; you don't know how happy it makes me that you can do more than I!" Again he held out his hand, and as Isabella warmly clasped it, the watchful duenna's harsh voice cried: "What does this mean, Senorita?
To work, I beg of you.

Your father says time is precious.".