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"
Not
yet
.
But
I
shall
.
That
’
s
why
I
’
ve
come
over
here
.
I
couldn
’
t
get
what
I
wanted
in
London
.
Perhaps
I
can
here
.
"
"
Do
you
think
it
’
s
likely
that
a
man
will
do
any
good
when
he
starts
at
your
age
?
Most
men
begin
painting
at
eighteen
.
"
"
I
can
learn
quicker
than
I
could
when
I
was
eighteen
.
"
"
What
makes
you
think
you
have
any
talent
?
"
He
did
not
answer
for
a
minute
.
His
gaze
rested
on
the
passing
throng
,
but
I
do
not
think
he
saw
it
.
His
answer
was
no
answer
.
"
I
’
ve
got
to
paint
.
"
"
Aren
’
t
you
taking
an
awful
chance
?
"
He
looked
at
me
.
His
eyes
had
something
strange
in
them
,
so
that
I
felt
rather
uncomfortable
.
"
How
old
are
you
?
Twenty
-
three
?
"
It
seemed
to
me
that
the
question
was
beside
the
point
.
It
was
natural
that
I
should
take
chances
;
but
he
was
a
man
whose
youth
was
past
,
a
stockbroker
with
a
position
of
respectability
,
a
wife
and
two
children
.
A
course
that
would
have
been
natural
for
me
was
absurd
for
him
.
I
wished
to
be
quite
fair
.
