"You must not forget that these good signori who have preserved us are also English." "Ah, yes.

My pardon, sirs! Come into my rooms here.

There are some who might find some pleasure in these paintings, but I learn the art of war is the only art which is held in honor in your island." The low-roofed, oak-panelled room into which he conducted them was brilliantly lit by four scented oil lamps.

Against the walls, upon the table, on the floor, and in every part of the chamber were great sheets of glass painted in the most brilliant colors.

Ford and Edricson gazed around them in amazement, for never had they seen such magnificent works of art.
"You like them then," the lame artist cried, in answer to the look of pleasure and of surprise in their faces.