He remembered him perfectly, for he had met him more than once.
The monk shook his head angrily, but lifted the picture from the shelf and examined more closely the doctor's delicately-cut nose, and the noble arch of the brow.

While so doing, he muttered unintelligible words, and when at last, with little show of care, he restored the modest work of art to its old place, Ulrich awoke, and, with a touch of pride, exclaimed: "I drew that myself, Father!" "Indeed!" replied the monk.

"I know of better models for a pious lad.
You must go to sleep now, and to-morrow get up early and help your father.

Do you understand ?" So saying, with no gentle hand he turned the boy's head towards the wall.

The mildness awakened by Adam's story had all vanished to the winds.
Adam allowed his son to practise idolatry with the Jew, and make pictures of him.