"Pas beaucoup ?" The young lady raised her eyes from her palette, scanned him from head to foot, and alighted with admirable sagacity upon exactly the right answer.

"Yes, it's a good deal.

But my copy has remarkable qualities, it is worth nothing less." The gentleman in whom we are interested understood no French, but I have said he was intelligent, and here is a good chance to prove it.
He apprehended, by a natural instinct, the meaning of the young woman's phrase, and it gratified him to think that she was so honest.

Beauty, talent, virtue; she combined everything! "But you must finish it," he said.

"FINISH, you know;" and he pointed to the unpainted hand of the figure.
"Oh, it shall be finished in perfection; in the perfection of perfections!" cried mademoiselle; and to confirm her promise, she deposited a rosy blotch in the middle of the Madonna's cheek.
But the American frowned.