Your young friend here, who came to me from Cannes, looking as if she had but a few months to live, can bear witness to the efficacy of my method." Every eye was now turned upon me, and I looked up and laughed.
"Do you remember, Amy," I said, addressing Mrs.Everard, "how you told me I looked like a sick nun at Cannes?
What do I look like now ?" "You look as if you had never been ill in your life," she replied.
"I was going to say," remarked Mr.Challoner in his deliberate manner, "that you remind me very much of a small painting of Diana that I saw in the Louvre the other day.

You have the same sort of elasticity in your movements, and the same bright healthy eyes." I bowed, still smiling.

"I did not know you were such a flatterer, Mr.
Challoner! Diana thanks you!" The conversation now became general, and turned, among other subjects, upon the growing reputation of Raffaello Cellini.
"What surprises me in that young man," said Colonel Everard, "is his colouring.

It is simply marvellous.

He was amiable enough to present me with a little landscape scene; and the effect of light upon it is so powerfully done that you would swear the sun was actually shining through it." The fine sensitive mouth of Heliobas curved in a somewhat sarcastic smile.
"Mere trickery, my dear sir--a piece of clap-trap," he said lightly.
"That is what would be said of such pictures--in England at least.