Look there!--just what Madonna's doing now; _she's_ forming herself on the Antique." Zack went immediately to look at Madonna's drawing, the outline of which was now finished.

"Beautiful! Splendid! Ah! confound it! yes! the glorious Greeks, and so forth, just as you say, Blyth.

A most wonderful drawing! the finest thing of the kind I ever saw in my life!" Here he transferred his superlatives to his fingers, communicating them to Madonna through the medium of the deaf and dumb alphabet, which he had superficially mastered with extraordinary rapidity under Mr.and Mrs.
Blyth's tuition.

Whatever Zack's friends did Zack always admired with the wildest enthusiasm, and without an instant's previous consideration.
Any knowledge of what he praised, or why he praised it, was a slight superfluity of which he never felt the want.

If Madonna had been a great astronomer, and had shown him pages of mathematical calculations, he would have overwhelmed her with eulogies just as glibly as--by means of the finger alphabet--he was overwhelming her now.
But Valentine's pupil was used to be criticized as well as praised; and her head was in no danger of being turned by Zack's admiration of her drawing.