I should have my head turned, I think,' she added, with a happy little laugh, 'but that when one cares about one's art one is not likely to think too much of one's self.

I am always despairing over what there is still to do, and what one may have done seems to make no matter.' She spoke with a pretty humility, evidently meaning what she said, and yet there was such a delightful young triumph in her manner, such an invulnerable consciousness of artistic success, that Kendal felt a secret stir of amusement as he recalled the criticisms which among his own set he had most commonly heard applied to her.
'Yes, indeed,' he answered pleasantly.

'I suppose every artist feels the same.

We all do if we are good for anything--we who scribble as well as you who act.' 'Oh yes,' she said, with kindly, questioning eyes, 'you write a great deal?
I know; Mr.Wallace told me.

He says you are so learned, and that your book will be splendid.