He wandered back to the divan and seated himself on the other side, in view of the great canvas on which Paul Veronese had depicted the marriage-feast of Cana.

Wearied as he was he found the picture entertaining; it had an illusion for him; it satisfied his conception, which was ambitious, of what a splendid banquet should be.

In the left-hand corner of the picture is a young woman with yellow tresses confined in a golden head-dress; she is bending forward and listening, with the smile of a charming woman at a dinner-party, to her neighbor.
Newman detected her in the crowd, admired her, and perceived that she too had her votive copyist--a young man with his hair standing on end.

Suddenly he became conscious of the germ of the mania of the "collector;" he had taken the first step; why should he not go on?
It was only twenty minutes before that he had bought the first picture of his life, and now he was already thinking of art-patronage as a fascinating pursuit.

His reflections quickened his good-humor, and he was on the point of approaching the young man with another "Combien ?" Two or three facts in this relation are noticeable, although the logical chain which connects them may seem imperfect.