Ah, yes, he would show them; they had cast him off, but he would go away to Paris now as he had always intended.

As invariably happened when he was deeply moved, he turned to his art, blindly and instinctively.

He would go to Paris now and study his paintings, five, ten years, and come back at last a great artist, when these same people who had cast him off would be proud to receive him.

Turner was right in saying that he had in him the making of a great man.

He _knew_ that she was right; knew that if he only gave the better part of him, the other Vandover, the chance, that he would become a great artist.