"We," he continued, "who have been wretchedly poor know better than others that Art is real, true, and enduring; medicine in sickness and food in famine; wings to the feet of youth and a staff for the steps of old age.

Do you think I exaggerate, or do you feel as I do ?" He paused for an answer, and poured more wine into his goblet.
"Oh, you know I feel as you do!" cried Nino, with rising enthusiasm.
"Very good; you are a genuine artist.

What you have not felt yet you will feel hereafter.

You have not suffered yet." "You do not know about me," said Nino in a low voice.

"I am suffering now." Benoni smiled.