But Lawrence Newt, who sat two hours ago just where you are sitting, said, as he looked at the picture, that Endymion was dead." Hope Wayne put her finger to her lip, and looked inquiringly at her companion.
"Dead! Did he say dead ?" she asked.
"Dead," repeated Arthur Merlin.
"I thought Endymion only slept," continued Hope Wayne; "but Mr.Newt is a judge of pictures--he knows." "He certainly spoke as if he knew," persisted the painter, recklessly, as he saw and felt the usual calmness return to his companion.

"He said that if Endymion were not dead he couldn't resist such splendor of beauty." As Arthur Merlin spoke he looked directly into Hope Wayne's face, as if he were speaking of her.
"Mr.Newt's judgment seems to be better than his memory," said she, pleasantly.
"How ?" "He forgets that Endymion _did_ awake.

He has not allowed time enough for the effect of Diana's eyes.

Now I am sure," she said, shaking her finger at the picture, "I am sure that that silly shepherd will not sleep there forever.

Never fear, he will wake up.