"Who is this ?" said he at last.

"Oh, this is my brother, I forgot to introduce him--" We presently afterwards departed; my brother talked much about the painter.

"He is a noble fellow," said my brother; "but, like many other noble fellows, has a great many enemies; he is hated by his brethren of the brush--all the land and waterscape painters hate him--but, above all, the race of portrait painters, who are ten times more numerous than the other two sorts, detest him for his heroic tendencies.

It will be a kind of triumph to the last, I fear, when they hear he has condescended to paint a portrait; however, that Norman arch will enable him to escape from their malice--that is a capital idea of the watchmaker, that Norman arch." I spent a happy day with my brother.

On the morrow he went again to the painter, with whom he dined; I did not go with him.