“Ah, he won't say that he is one, though,” interposed his Lordship, in English. “Do you mind that, Baynton?”
“Yes, I remarked it,” was the reply.
“And how came you here originally?” asked Selby, turning towards the youth.
“I came here to study and to work. There is always enough to be had to do in this place, copying the works of great masters; and at one's spare moments there is time to try something of one's own.”
“And have you done anything of that kind?”
“Yes, I have begun. I have attempted two or three.”
“We should like to see them,—eh, Baynton?”
“Of course, when we 've finished our wine. It's not far off, is it?”
“A few minutes' walk; but not worth even that, when the place is full of things really worth seeing. There's Danneker's 'Bathing Nymph,' and Canova's 'Dead Cupid,' and Rauch's 'Antigone,' all within reach.”
“Mind that, Baynton; we must see all these to-morrow. Could you come about with us, and show us what we ought to see?”