"How they sink into the soul!" "They do," replied the Senator.

"I don't deny it.

But I see by the catalogue, counting Salles and Salons and all, there's seventeen rooms full of them.

If they're all to sink in, for my part I'll have to enlarge the premises.

And we've been here three-quarters of an hour already, and life is short, Augusta." So we moved on where the imperishable faces of Greuze and Velasquez and Rembrandt smiled and frowned and wondered at us.