But your language and manner are not what--what one might expect to find in a--in a--Bandit persecuted by a remorseless Baron." MR.

WAIFE.--"Sir, you say you are an artist.

Have you heard no tales of your professional brethren,--men of genius the highest, who won fame, which I never did, and failed of fortunes, as I have done?
Their own fault, perhaps,--improvidence, wild habits, ignorance of the way how to treat life and deal with their fellow-men; such fault may have been mine too.

I suffer for it: no matter; I ask none to save me.

You are a painter: you would place her features on your canvas; you would have her rank amongst your own creations.