John Charlock had found out that all he had longed and hoped for since the early days was nothing more than vexation of spirit. Charlock made his way upwards.
- He had known what it was to starve.
- He often slept in parks.
- And now everything has changed, and he has become almost unsurpassed as a portrait painter.
- Glory and happiness came to him thanks to his brush and pencil.
- And at the same time, he seems to have found the only woman who could make him happy.
