Above was a complete little apartment.
"You can see for yourself," he continued smilingly, "that you are at the house of an artisan.

This is my shop." It was a working-room indeed; the caprice of a wealthy young man, who amused himself in his leisure hours by painting on glass.

He had re-found the ancient methods of the thirteenth century, so that he could fancy himself as being one of the primitive glass-workers, producing masterpieces with the poor, unfinished means of the older time.

An ancient table answered all his purposes.

It was coated with moist, powdered chalk, upon which he drew his designs in red, and where he cut the panes with heated irons, disdaining the modern use of a diamond point.