As he left the house Reicht ran after him with a candle and two quarters: he quite kissed her.

But better even than the gold and lapis-lazuli to the illuminator was the sympathy to the isolated enthusiast.

That sympathy was always ready, and, as he returned it, an affection sprung up between the old painter and the young caligrapher that was doubly characteristic of the time.

For this was a century in which the fine arts and the higher mechanical arts were not separated by any distinct boundary, nor were those who practised them; and it was an age in which artists sought out and loved one another.

Should this last statement stagger a painter or writer of our day, let me remind him that even Christians loved one another at first starting.
Backed by an acquaintance so venerable, and strengthened by female sympathy, Gerard advanced in learning and skill.