Shewouldgobacktoherstudioandpreparepicturesthatwent，etc。，etc。
Themill-wheelofthoughtswungroundslowly，thatnosectionofitmightbeslurredover，andthered-hairedgirltossedandturnedbehindher。
MaisieputherchininherhandsanddecidedthattherecouldbenodoubtwhateverofthevillainyofDickTojustifyherself，shebegan，unwomanly，toweightheevidenceTherewasaboy，andhehadsaidhelovedherAndhekissedher，——kissedheronthecheek，——byayellowsea-poppythatnoddeditsheadexactlylikethemaddeningdryroseinthegardenThentherewasaninterval，andmenhadtoldherthattheylovedher——justwhenshewasbusiestwithherworkThentheboycameback，andattheirverysecondmeetinghadtoldherthathelovedher。
Thenhehad——ButtherewasnoendtothethingshehaddoneHehadgivenherhistimeandhispowersHehadspokentoherofArt，housekeeping，technique，teacups，theabuseofpicklesasastimulant，——thatwasrude，——sablehair-brushes，——hehadgivenherthebestinherstock，——sheusedthemdaily；hehadgivenheradvicethatsheprofitedby，andnowandagain——alookSuchalook！Thelookofabeatenhoundwaitingforthewordtocrawltohismistress’sfeetInreturnshehadgivenhimnothingwhatever，except——hereshebrushedhermouthagainsttheopen-worksleevefhernightgown——theprivilegeofkissingheronceAndonthemouth，tooDisgraceful！Wasthatnotenough，andmorethanenough？andifitwasnot，hadhenotcancelledthedebtbynotwritingand——probablykissingothergirls？
’Maisie，you’llcatchachillDogoandliedown，’saidtheweariedvoiceofhercompanion’Ican’tsleepawinkwithyouatthewindow。’
MaisieshruggedhershouldersanddidnotanswerShewasreflectingonthemeannessesofDick，andonothermeannesseswithwhichhehadnothingtodoThemoonlightwouldnotlethersleepItlayontheskylightofthestudioacrosstheroadincoldsilver；shestaredatitintentlyandherthoughtsbegantoslideoneintotheotherTheshadowofthebigbell-handleinthewallgrewshort，lengthenedagain，andfadedoutasthemoonwentdownbehindthepastureandaharecamelimpinghomeacrosstheroadThenthedawn-windwashedthroughtheuplandgrasses，andbroughtcoolnesswithit，andthecattlelowedbythedrought-shrunkriverMaisie’sheadfellforwardonthewindow-sill，andthetangleofblackhaircoveredherarms。
’Maisie，wakeupYou’llcatchachill。’
’Yes，dear；yes，dear。’Shestaggeredtoherbedlikeaweariedchild，andassheburiedherfaceinthepillowsshemuttered，’Ithink——Ithink……
Butheoughttohavewritten。’
Daybroughttheroutineofthestudio，thesmellofpaintandturpentine，andthemonotonewisdomofKami，whowasaleadenartist，butagoldenteacherifthepupilwereonlyinsympathywithhimMaisiewasnotinsympathythatday，andshewaitedimpatientlyfortheendofthework。
Sheknewwhenitwascoming；forKamiwouldgatherhisblackalpacacoatintoabunchbehindhim，and，withfadedflueeyesthatsawneitherpupilsnorcanvas，lookbackintothepasttorecallthehistoryofoneBinat’Youhavealldonenotsobadly，’hewouldsay’Butyoushallrememberthatitisnotenoughtohavethemethod，andtheart，andthepower，noreventhatwhichistouch，butyoushallhavealsotheconvictionthatnailstheworktothewallOfthesomanyI
taught，’——herethestudentswouldbegintounfixdrawing-pinsorgettheirtubestogether，——’theverysomanythatIhavetaught，thebestwasBinat。
AllthatcomesofthestudyandtheworkandtheknowledgewastohimevenwhenhecameAfterheleftmeheshouldhavedoneallthatcouldbedonewiththecolour，theform，andtheknowledgeOnly，hehadnottheconvictionSoto-dayIhearnomoreofBinat，——thebestofmypupils，——andthatislongagoSoto-day，too，youwillbegladtohearnomoreofmeContinuez，mesdemoiselles，and，aboveall，withconviction。’
HewentintothegardentosmokeandmournoverthelostBinatasthepupilsdispersedtotheirseveralcottagesorloiteredinthestudiotomakeplansforthecooloftheafternoon。
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