Yet was this power within me to rot and waste? My nature, all the habit and teaching of the years gone, dragged me back, held up my Self before me, bade me look at that. A whiff of tobacco-scented breathing made me look up. M. Vaux was leaning on the deck-railing, his legs crossed, surveying me critically through his half-shut eyes. "Well, 'm, glad of the chance t' tell you. Henz and Doctor Howe thought so well of that little thing of yours that we've put it in rehearsal,--bring it out Monday week. 'N' 've concluded you can try the part of Marian in it. Not much in that,--one aria you can make something of, but begin easy, hey?" "I have concluded to give up that scheme, Monsieur." "Tut! tut! No such thing. Why, you've a master-talent,--that is, with cultivation, cultivation. A fine gift, Madam. Belongs to the public. Why," tapping his yellow teeth with his cane-head, "it's shutting up a bird in a cage, to smother a voice like yours. Must have training,--yes, yes, 'll see to that; 'n' there are tricks and bits of stage-effect; but you'll catch 'em,--soon enough. There's other little matters," with a furtive glance at my square shoulders and bony figure, "necessary to success. But you'll understand." I saw how anxious the man was that I should accede to the proposal. I had not overrated my genius, then? "If the thing's to be done, let it be done quickly. I'm going to run back to town to-morrow night, and you'd best go with me, and go in rehearsal at once. You can break it to your people to-morrow. I'll meet you in the boat,--that is," with an unwilling hesitation, "if you decide to go." Jacky approached us. "I will let you know," I said; and as he walked away, the water began its dull throb, throb, again, that lasted all night long. All night long! Other people may approach the crisis of their fate with senses and faculties all on guard and alert; but with me, although I knew the next day would witness my choice for life, I believe that heavy thud of the water was the most real thought, trying my brain beyond endurance. I tried to reason coolly in the night about M. Vaux and his scheme: both vulgar, degrading in outside appearance,--I felt that, to the quick, keenly enough; but inside lay a career, utterance for myself,--and I had been dumb and choking so long!