"There are then some of you who have a taste for such trifling." "I could not have believed it," exclaimed Alleyne.

"What color! What outlines! See to this martyrdom of the holy Stephen, Ford.

Could you not yourself pick up one of these stones which lie to the hand of the wicked murtherers ?" "And see this stag, Alleyne, with the cross betwixt its horns.

By my faith! I have never seen a better one at the Forest of Bere." "And the green of this grass--how bright and clear! Why all the painting that I have seen is but child's play beside this.

This worthy gentleman must be one of those great painters of whom I have oft heard brother Bartholomew speak in the old days at Beaulieu." The dark mobile face of the artist shone with pleasure at the unaffected delight of the two young Englishmen.