His _gaucherie_ should be lost in his success.
He tossed about that night, sleepless, and thinking of Cuningham's two hundred and fifty pounds--for a picture so cheaply, commonly clever.
It filled him with the thirst to _arrive_.

He had more brains, more drawing, more execution--more everything!--than Cuningham.

No doubt a certain prudence and tact were wanted--tact in managing yourself and your gifts.
Well!--in spite of Watson's rude remark, what human being _knew_ he was writing those articles in the _Mirror_?
He threw out his challenge to the darkness, and so fell asleep..