When he glanced up again, Alleyne had, with a few bold strokes of the brush, tinted in a woman's face and neck upon the white sheet in front of him.
"Diavolo!" exclaimed the old artist, standing with his head on one side, "you have power; yes, cospetto! you have power, it is the face of an angel!" "It is the face of the Lady Maude Loring!" cried Ford, even more astonished.
"Why, on my faith, it is not unlike her!" said Alleyne, in some confusion.
"Ah! a portrait! So much the better.

Young man, I am Agostino Pisano, the son of Andrea Pisano, and I say again that you have power.

Further, I say, that, if you will stay with me, I will teach you all the secrets of the glass-stainers' mystery: the pigments and their thickening, which will fuse into the glass and which will not, the furnace and the glazing--every trick and method you shall know." "I would be right glad to study under such a master," said Alleyne; "but I am sworn to follow my lord whilst this war lasts." "War! war!" cried the old Italian.

"Ever this talk of war.

And the men that you hold to be great--what are they?
Have I not heard their names?
Soldiers, butchers, destroyers! Ah, per Bacco! we have men in Italy who are in very truth great.