It was really beautiful to see his exclusive enthusiasm for his art.

"Let me see.

How would it do to paint an ideal figure for Endymion ?" "No, no," said Lawrence Newt, laughing; "art must get its ideal out of the real.

I demand a good, solid, flesh-and-blood Endymion." "I can't just think of any body," replied Arthur Merlin, musingly, looking upon the floor, and thinking so intently of Hope, in order to image to himself a proper Endymion, that he quite forgot to think of the candidates for that figure.
"How would my young friend Hal Battlebury answer ?" asked Lawrence Newt.
"Oh, not at all," replied Arthur, promptly; "he's too light, you know." "Well, let me see," continued the other, "what do you think of that young Southerner, Sligo Moultrie, who was at Saratoga?
I used to think he had some of the feeling for Hope Wayne that Diana wanted in Endymion, and he has the face for a picture." "Oh, he's not at all the person.

He's much too dark, you see," answered Arthur, at once, with remarkable readiness.
"There's Alfred Dinks," said Lawrence Newt, smiling.
"Pish!" said Arthur, conclusively.
"Really, I can not think of any body," returned his companion, with a mock gravity that Arthur probably did not perceive.