"Do you recollect meeting a young Frenchman at Herr Fellner's, an artist, a painter?"
"Monsieur Benedict Turpin? I should think so! A charming man who makes the most rapid sketches, and though they are flattering, they are still likenesses."
"Oh! come, come! You are quite enthusiastic."
"I can show you one he did of me. He has given me a pair of wings, and I really look like an angel!"
"Then he is clever?"
"Enormously clever."
"And witty."
"He can certainly give you as good as you gave. You should have seen how he routed some of our bankers when they tried to chaff him. He spoke better German than they did."
"Is he rich as well?"
"So they say."