“That’s all,” he said presently, with a nervous laugh.

Monsieur Foinet rolled himself a cigarette and lit it.

“You have very little private means?” he asked at last.

“Very little,” answered Philip, with a sudden feeling of cold at his heart.  “Not enough to live on.”

“There is nothing so degrading as the constant anxiety about one’s means of livelihood.  I have nothing but contempt for the people who despise money.  They are hypocrites or fools.  Money is like a sixth sense without which you cannot make a complete use of the other five.  Without an adequate income half the possibilities of life are shut off.  The only thing to be careful about is that you do not pay more than a shilling for the shilling you earn.  You will hear people say that poverty is the best spur to the artist.  They have never felt the iron of it in their flesh.  They do not know how mean it makes you.  It exposes you to endless humiliation, it cuts your wings, it eats into your soul like a cancer.  It is not wealth one asks for, but just enough to preserve one’s dignity, to work unhampered, to be generous, frank, and independent.  I pity with all my heart the artist, whether he writes or paints, who is entirely dependent for subsistence upon his art.”

Philip quietly put away the various things which he had shown.

“I’m afraid that sounds as if you didn’t think I had much chance.”

Monsieur Foinet slightly shrugged his shoulders.

“You have a certain manual dexterity.  With hard work and perseverance there is no reason why you should not become a careful, not incompetent painter.  You would find hundreds who painted worse than you, hundreds who painted as well.  I see no talent in anything you have shown me.  I see industry and intelligence.  You will never be anything but mediocre.”

Philip obliged himself to answer quite steadily.

“I’m very grateful to you for having taken so much trouble.  I can’t thank you enough.”

Monsieur Foinet got up and made as if to go, but he changed his mind and, stopping, put his hand on Philip’s shoulder.

“But if you were to ask me my advice, I should say:  take your courage in both hands and try your luck at something else.  It sounds very hard, but let me tell you this:  I would give all I have in the world if someone had given me that advice when I was your age and I had taken it.”

Philip looked up at him with surprise.  The master forced his lips into a smile, but his eyes remained grave and sad.

“It is cruel to discover one’s mediocrity only when it is too late.  It does not improve the temper.”

He gave a little laugh as he said the last words and quickly walked out of the room.