The lamp beat upon his face, and so intent was it and so still that it might have been that of a clear-cut classical statue, a personification of alertness and expectation.
"What is it ?" we both cried.
I could see as he looked down that he was repressing some internal emotion.

His features were still composed, but his eyes shone with amused exultation.
"Excuse the admiration of a connoisseur," said he as he waved his hand towards the line of portraits which covered the opposite wall.

"Watson won't allow that I know anything of art, but that is mere jealousy, because our views upon the subject differ.

Now, these are a really very fine series of portraits." "Well, I'm glad to hear you say so," said Sir Henry, glancing with some surprise at my friend.

"I don't pretend to know much about these things, and I'd be a better judge of a horse or a steer than of a picture.