His painting of Ariadne represented the misery of two women's lives.

And of such was his kingdom of Art.
As he now looked at Gaston he was again struck with the resemblance to the portrait in the dining-room, with his foreign out-of-the-way air: something that should be seen beneath the flowing wigs of the Stuart period.

He had long wanted to do a statue of the ill-fated Monmouth, and another greater than that.

Here was the very man: with a proud, daring, homeless look, a splendid body, and a kind of cavalier conceit.

It was significant of him, of his attitude towards himself where his work was concerned, that he suddenly turned and shut the door again, telling Falby, who appeared, to go to his room; and then said: "You are my debtor, Cadet--I shall call you that: you shall have a chance of paying." "How ?" In a few concise words he explained, scanning the other's face eagerly.
Gaston showed nothing.