``You have learned it all. You will succeed. The
rest is detail.''
``But I've learned nothing as yet,'' protested she.
``You have learned to teach yourself,'' replied the
Italian. ``You at last can hear yourself sing, and you
know when you sing right and when you sing wrong,
and you know how to sing right. The rest is easy.
Ah, my dear Miss Gower, you will work NOW!''
Mildred did not understand. She was even daunted by
that ``You will work NOW!'' She had been thinking
that to work harder was impossible. What did he expect
of her? Something she feared she could not realize.
But soon she understood--when he gave her songs,
then began to teach her a role, the part of Madame
Butterfly herself. ``I can help you only a little there,''
he said. ``You will have to go to my friend Ferreri
for roles. But we can make a beginning.''
She had indeed won. She had passed from the stage
where a career is all drudgery--the stage through
which only the strong can pass without giving up and
accepting failure or small success.
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