The neck, 1351 somewhat long, emerged from a dark robe broadly indicated.
"I do not know this, Sylvestre ?" "No, it's an old thing." "A portrait, of course ?" "My first." "You never did better; line, color, life, you have got them all." "You need not tell me that! In one's young days, look you, there are moments of real inspiration, when some one whispers in the ear and guides the hand; a lightness of touch, the happy audacity of the beginner, a wealth of daring never met with again.

Would you believe that I have tried ten times to reproduce that in etching without success ?" "Why do you try ?" "Yes, that is the question.

Why?
It's a bit foolish." "You never could find such a model again; that is one reason." "Ah, no, you are right.

I never could find her again." "An Italian of rank?
a princess, eh ?" "Something like it." "What has become of her ?" "Ah, no doubt what becomes of all princesses.

Fabien, my young friend, you who still see life through fairy-tales, doubtless you imagine her happy in her lot--wealthy, spoiled, flattered, speaking with disdainful lips at nightfall, on the terrace of her villa among the great pines, of the barbarian from across the Alps who painted her portrait twenty years since; and, in the same sentence, of her--last new frock from Paris ?" "Yes, I see her so--still beautiful." "You are good at guessing, Fabien.