For the first time I noticed that its walls were covered with pictures, unframed, and that an easel stood in the light of each window.

We stopped before one of them.

On a large canvas that was stretched across it I saw a likeness of myself.

The eyes wore a haggard look which seemed unnatural.

But there was something strangely real about it, in spite of that.
"Wonderful!" said I.
Rayel started at the sound of my voice, and glanced from one to the other with a puzzled, inquiring look.