The room was pinned about with other sketches, which showed with fantastic indistinctness in the shaded gaslight.

Alma held up the drawing.

"How do you like it ?" Mrs.Leighton bent forward over her sewing to look at it.

"You've got the man's face rather weak." "Yes, that's so.

Either I see all the hidden weakness that's in men's natures, and bring it to the surface in their figures, or else I put my own weakness into them.