Ah, yes! there you are right; with _me_ they go in at one ear, and out at another.

Only the other day I was racking my brain to think of the name of the man that painted the _other_ Magdalen--not Guido's--I was telling Algy about it.

Bah! what is it?
I know it as well as my own." His head is turned away from me.

He does not appear to be attending.
"What is it ?" I repeat; "have _you_ forgotten too ?" "Battoni!" he answers, laconically, still keeping his face averted.
"_Battoni!_ oh, yes! thanks--of course! so it is!--Algy" (raising my voice a little)--"_Battoni!_" "Well, what about him ?" replies Algy, turning his head, but not showing much inclination to slacken his speed or to join Frank and me.
"The Magdalen man--you know--I mean the man that painted the Magdalen, and whose name I could not recollect last night, Algy.

Barbara! how fast you are walking!" (speaking rather reproachfully)--"stop a moment! I want to introduce you to Mr.Musgrave." Thus adjured, they have come to a halt, and the presentation is made.
"Surely," think I, glancing at Barbara's face, slightly flushed by the heat, and still gently grave with the sobriety of expression left by devotion, "he _must_ see the likeness now!" To insure his having the chance of telling her that he does, I fall behind with Algy..