Then from behind a square of stretched cloth came a man's head, followed by the figure pertaining to it.

The full man was clad after a rich fancy and he held in his hand a brush and looked at us at first dreamily and then with keenness.
He knew me, differently arrayed though I was, and looked from me to Don Enrique.

"Master Manuel Rodriguez," said the latter, "I would stop for good talk and to admire the Queen's likeness, but duty calls me out of palace! Adios!" He made toward the door across from that by which we had entered.

The painter spoke after us.

"That door is bolted, Don Enrique, on the other side.