will be more propitious to me.

Where's your album?
I remember, my landscape there is not finished." Lisa went into the other room to fetch the album, and Panshin, left alone, drew a cambric handkerchief out of his pocket, and rubbed his nails and looked as it were critically at his hands.

He had beautiful white hands; on the second finger of his left hand he wore a spiral gold ring.

Lisa came back; Panshin sat down at the window, and opened the album.
"Ah!" he exclaimed: "I see that you have begun to copy my landscape--and capitally too.

Excellent! only just here--give me a pencil--the shadows are not put in strongly enough.