"It is true--quite true.

He loves you, poor as you are, ten times--a hundred times--better than he loves me, who am not poor.
You have won it altogether by yourself, with nothing of outside art to back you.

You have your triumph.

Will not that be enough for a life's contentment ?" "No--no, no," said Nina.

"No, it will not be enough." But her voice now was not altogether sorrowful.