business for both of us."

"A beautiful model," Rodney said to himself, as he watched her
going up the mews. "But there are other girls just as good in
Paris and in Rome." And he remembered one who had sat to him in
Paris, and this gave him courage. "So it was two little boys," he
said, "who wrecked my studio. Two stupid little boys; two little
boys who have been taught their Catechism, and will one day aspire
to the priesthood." And that it should be two stupid little boys
who had broken his statue seemed significant. "Oh, the ignorance,
the crass, the patent ignorance! I am going. This is no place for
a sculptor to live in. It is no country for an educated man. It
won't be fit for a man to live in for another hundred years. It is
an unwashed country, that is what it is!"





CHAPTER II
SOME PARISHIONERS




I


The way before him was plain enough, yet his uncle's apathy and
constitutional infirmity of purpose seemed at times to thwart him.