The smile turned down with a little gentle mockery in its lines.

I had seen that particular smile only on the faces of one or two beautiful women.

It had a borrowed air upon a man, like a tiara or an earring.
'There's plenty to paint,' he said, looking at me with an air of friendly speculation.
'Indeed, yes.

And it has never been done.

We are sure it has never been done.' '"We"-- you mean people generally ?' 'Not at all.