You have got two, Elisabeth; but you have somehow missed the third, and without it you will never attain to your highest possibilities.

You are a good woman, and you are a true artist; but, until you fall in love, your religion and your art will both lack something, and will fall short of perfection." "I'm afraid I'm not a falling-in-love sort of person," replied Elisabeth meekly; "I'm extremely sorry, but such is the case." "It is a pity! But you may fall in love yet." "It's too late, I fear.

You see I am over thirty; and if I haven't done it by now, I expect I never shall do it.

It is tiresome to have missed it, I admit; and especially as you think it would make me paint better pictures." "Well, I do.

You paint so well now that it is a pity you don't paint still better.