You are alone in the world.

You have a lovely home.

You are in a fair way to be spoiled by all the silly women who run after you.

Of course we are perfectly aware that your wife must have every incomparable beauty under the sun united in her own exquisite person.
But each new divinity you see and paint apparently fulfils, for the time being, this wondrous ideal; and, perhaps, if you wedded one, instead of painting her, she might continue permanently to fulfil it." Garth considered this in silence, his level brows knitted.

At last he said: "Beauty is so much a thing of the surface.