These daubs are not worth the trouble of considering now!' 'See what it is to be an "ideal painter,"' said Kendal, laughing.

'At home one paints river goddesses, and tree-nymphs, and such like remote creatures, and abroad one falls a victim to the first well-dressed, healthy-looking girl--chaperone, bonnet, and all.' 'Show me another like her,' said his friend warmly.

'I tell you they're not to be met with like that every day.

_Je me connais en beaute_, my dear fellow, and I never saw such perfection, both of line and colour, as that.

It is extraordinary; it excites one as an artist.