"We shall see." Christina looked at the bust with a sigh.

"I am afraid, after all," she said, "that there 's very little wisdom in it save what the artist has put there.

Mr.Hudson looked particularly wise while he was working; he scowled and growled, but he never opened his mouth.

It is very kind of him not to have represented me gaping." "If I had talked a lot of stuff to you," said Roderick, roundly, "the thing would not have been a tenth so good." "Is it good, after all?
Mr.Mallet is a famous connoisseur; has he not come here to pronounce ?" The bust was in fact a very happy performance, and Roderick had risen to the level of his subject.

It was thoroughly a portrait, and not a vague fantasy executed on a graceful theme, as the busts of pretty women, in modern sculpture, are apt to be.