What would you say to a goggle-eyed abbe, or an old lady indecently decolletee, or a captain of dragoons wearing a tigerskin cap (it is ten francs more if he has the cross of St.Louis)?
Pere Issacar knows his business, and always has in reserve thirty of these portraits in charming frames of the period, made expressly for him in the Faubourg St.-Antoine, and which have all been buried fifteen days and riddled with shot, in order to have the musty appearance and indispensable worm holes.
You can understand now why the estimable Jew, in passing through the Louvre for his weekly promenade, took an interest in little Maria copying the charming Marquise de Latour.

He was just at this time short of powdered marquises, and they are always very much in demand.

He begged the young woman to take her copy home and make twelve more of it, varying, only the color of the dress and some particular detail in each portrait.

Thus, instead of the pug dog, marquise No.

2 would hold a King Charles spaniel, No.