They are just the persons to appreciate the wholesome gush of natural feeling, the honest affection, the simple joy, the fulness of contentment with what he loves, which Miriam sees in Donatello.

True; she may call him a simpleton.

It is a necessity of the case; for a man loses the capacity for this kind of affection, in proportion as he cultivates and refines himself." "Dear me!" said Hilda, drawing imperceptibly away from her companion.
"Is this the penalty of refinement?
Pardon me; I do not believe it.
It is because you are a sculptor, that you think nothing can be finely wrought except it be cold and hard, like the marble in which your ideas take shape.

I am a painter, and know that the most delicate beauty may be softened and warmed throughout." "I said a foolish thing, indeed," answered the sculptor.

"It surprises me, for I might have drawn a wiser knowledge out of my own experience.
It is the surest test of genuine love, that it brings back our early simplicity to the worldliest of us." Thus talking, they loitered slowly along beside the parapet which borders the level summit of the Pincian with its irregular sweep.