He was the young prince in the legend or the comedy who loses his heart to the miniature of the princess beyond seas.

Until I knew him better this puzzled me much--the link was so missing between his sensibility and his type.

He was of course bewildered by my sketches, which implied in the beholder some sense of intention and quality; but for one of them, a comparative failure, he ended by conceiving a preference so arbitrary and so lively that, taking no second look at the others, he expressed his wish to possess it and fell into the extremity of confusion over the question of price.

I helped him over that stile, and he went off without having asked me a direct question about Miss Saunt, yet with his acquisition under his arm.

His delicacy was such that he evidently considered his rights to be limited; he had acquired none at all in regard to the original of the picture.