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"I spoke to you about the admirable incentive of ambition," he
continued, after a moment. "But you must understand that I meant the
ambition for perfection, not at all the ambition for celebrity. The
satisfaction of the former may be a deep and exquisite joy--the
partial satisfaction, for I suppose it can never be anything more than
that. But the satisfaction of the other will certainly be Dead-sea
fruit--fruit of the sea unlike that brought up by Ruffo, without
lasting savor, without any real value. One should never live for
that."
The last words he spoke as if to himself, almost like a warning
addressed to himself.
"I don't believe I ever should," Vere said quickly. "I never thought
of such a thing."
"The thought will come, though, inevitably."
"How dreadful it must be to know so much about human nature as you
do!"
"And yet how little I really know!"
There came up a distant cry from the sea. Vere started.
"There is Madre! Of course, Monsieur Emile, I don't want--but you
understand!"
She hurried out of the room, carrying the packet with her.


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