"Your prediction is likely to be fulfilled, but my fame will rest on something more profitable to humanity than painting." "Do you never intend to paint again?" I ventured. "Never: my time is employed in nobler work." "Do you ever think of the danger you incur? do you ever count the suffering to others you may cause in attaining your object?" "I think of success!" As he said these words the devil in his eyes flashed a triumphant glance, and I noticed for the first time the change for the worse that a few weeks had made in him. His face was haggard, his movements were restless: a life of constant excitement was telling on mind and body. "And your sister?" "She is worthy of me. With a mind fertile in resources she has an undaunted courage: we could not do without her. Twice she has saved my life, and once her address turned away the police from a meeting where there would have been at least twenty of our leading men arrested had they found us." "And you never think of the danger she is exposed to? You never realize what an improper, what a cruel position it is in which to place a young and beautiful girl--you who are her natural protector? Listen to me, I beseech you: leave this life before it is too late; spare yourself, spare her; return to the ambition that made you happy before this frenzy seized you. I know now of some lace designs you could get to make: it would be a beginning, and--" "Lace designs!" he interrupted, contemptuously. "He seeks to bind a man's ambition with _lace_! he would stifle the breath of purpose with _lace_! he would swaddle a sublime project in _lace_, until it is as weak as his own courage, as petty as his own soul! The noble idea!" "I suppose it is nobler to live on contributions," I answered hotly. "I take but my own. Nature provides enough for all if we behave as children of one parent and divide her bounty." "Live as you please, run what risks you like, but spare your sister." "That is, give her to you," he sneered. "Yes, give her to me. I love her: _my_ ambition will be to protect her. I ask for none better. And surely if you are not utterly selfish, when in peril you will be glad to know of her safety. Give her to me." "Never! never! never! I waste time in talking to you. Your understanding is less even than I thought, but if Sidonia likes to have a tame cat about to amuse her leisure, I have no objections. As for a marriage with you, neither she nor I would think of it." So saying, with his usual abrupt manner he left me. I made a passionate appeal to Sidonia. "Be my wife and leave the Internationals," I said. "What is the use of your sacrificing yourself for principles in which you do not believe? It is true, I can only offer you safety and love." "Safety?" she repeated sadly. "Could it include my brother I would ask Heaven for no other blessing." I begged, I pleaded, I argued, but to all she answered, "Who will save him if I am absent?" I was obliged to wait and hope.