“Signoriuo Hazeldean, you are giving me what you refused yourself.”
“Eh?” said Frank, inquiringly.
“Compliments!”
“Oh—I—no; but they are well done: are n’t they, sir?”—
“Not particularly: you speak to the artist.”
“What! you painted them?”
“Yes.”
“And the pictures in the hall?”
“Those too.”
“Taken from nature, eh?”