"Carl, it is not sufficiently scientific to do you good, but I wish you would take it away, for if I keep it with me, I shall destroy it; and I shall like it to remain until some day, when God has taught me more than in myself I know, or than I can learn of men." "I will take the greatest care of it, Maria," I said, almost fearing it to be a freak on her part that she suffered my possession, or that she might withdraw it. "You will ask me for it when you want it; and, Maria, I have heard it said that it is a good thing to let your compositions lie by, and come to them with a fresh impression." "That is exactly what I think. You see with me, Carl, that all which has to do with music is not music now." "I think that there is less of the world in music than in anything else, even in poetry, Maria. But, of course, music must itself fall short of our ideas of it; and I daresay you found that your beautiful feelings would not change themselves into music exactly as beautiful as they were. I know very little music yet, Maria, but I never found _any_ that did not disappoint my feeling about it when I was hearing it, except the Chevalier's." "That is it, Carl. What am I to endeavor, after anything that he has accomplished? But I feel that if I could not produce the very highest musical work in the very highest style, I would not produce any, and would rather die." "I cannot understand that; I would rather worship than be worshipped." "I would not. I cannot tell why, but I have a feeling, which will not let me be content with proving what has gone before me. Dearly as I love Florimond, he could not put this feeling out of me. I am not content to be an actress. There have been actresses who were queens, and some few angels. I know my heart is pure in its desires, and I should have no objection to reign. But it must be over a new kingdom. No woman has ever yet composed." "Oh, yes, Maria!" "I say no to you, Carl,--not as I mean. I mean no woman has been supreme among men, as the Chevalier among musicians. I have often wondered why. And I feel--at least, I did feel--that I could be so, and do this. But I feel it no longer,--it has passed. Carl, I am very miserable and cast down."