Ve Europeans are all tam fools.

But I vill not svear!--no!--you onderstand, Fenwick; you haf never heard me svear ?' And then a round oath, smothered in a hasty fit of coughing.
And once he had cut off part of the skirt of his Sunday coat, taking it in his blindness for an old one, to clean his palette with; and it was thought, by the boys, that it was the unseemly result of this rash act, as disclosed at church the following Sunday morning, which had led to the poor old man's dismissal.
But from him John had learnt a good deal about oil-painting--something too of anatomy--though more of this last from that old book--Albinus, was it ?--that he had found in his father's stock.

He could see himself lying on the floor--poring over the old plates, morning, noon, and night--then using a little lad, his father's apprentice, to examine him in what he had learnt--the two going about arm-in-arm--Backhouse asking the questions according to a paper drawn up by John--'How many heads to the deltoid ?'--and so on--over and over again--and with what an eagerness, what an ardour!--till the brain was bursting and the hand quivering with new knowledge--and the power to use it.

Then Leonardo's 'Art of Painting' and Reynolds's Discourses'-- both discovered in the shop, and studied incessantly, till the boy of eighteen felt himself the peer of any Academician, and walked proudly down the Kendal streets, thinking of the half-finished paintings in his garret at home, and of the dreams, the conceptions, the ambitions of which that garret had already been the scene.
After that--some evil days! Quarrels with his father, refusals to be bound to the trade, to accept the shop as his whole future and inheritance--painful scenes with the old man, and with the customers who complained of the son's rudeness and inattention--attempts of relations to mediate between the two, and all the time his own burning belief in himself and passion to be free.

And at last a time of truce, of conditions made and accepted--the opening of the new Art School--evenings of delightful study there--and, suddenly, out of the mists, Phoebe's brown eyes, and Phoebe's soft encouragement! Yes, it was Phoebe, Phoebe herself who had determined his career; let her consider that, when he asked for sacrifices! But for the balm she had poured upon his sore ambitions--but for those long walks and talks, in which she had been to him first the mere recipient of his dreams and egotisms, and then--since she had the loveliest eyes, and a young wild charm--a creature to be hotly wooed and desired, he might never have found courage enough to seize upon his fate.
For her sake indeed he had dared it all.