Clement took the sketch from me, and dried up the tear with a bit of blotting-paper.
Then to my amazement he gave rather a favourable verdict.

It comforted me, for Clement never says anything that he does not mean.
"It's not _half_ bad, Margery! Wait till you see mine! How did you get the tints of that hillside?
You've a very truthful mind, that's one thing, and a very true eye as well.

I do admire the way you abstain from filling up with touches that mean nothing." "Oh, Clement!" cried I, so gratified that I began to feel ready to go on again.

"Do you really think I can make anything of it ?" "Nothing more," said Clement.

"Don't put another touch.