Then he demonstrated a third way and drew again.
Now he was silent, working hard, and now he dropped his hand, threw back his head and talked.

He himself made a picture, paly gold of locks, subtle and quick of face, plastered against a blue shield with a willow wreath going around.
I stood so or so, drawing hard upon the net with the fishes.

Then at his command I approached more nearly, and he drew full face and three-quarter and profile.

It was between these accomplishings that he talked more intimately.
"Seamen go to Italy," he said.

"Were you ever in Milan?
But that is inland." I answered that I had been from Genoa to Milan.
"It is not likely that you saw a great painter there Messer Leonardo ?" It happened that I had done this, and moreover had seen him at work and heard him put right thought into most right words.