'And—what think you of it?'
'What think you?' said Cesare, turning abruptly to his companion.
'I can hardly say; but it seems to me——'
'Speak frankly. It does not satisfy you?'
'That is not what I mean. But it seems to me, perhaps, that it is not Christ.'
'Not Christ? Who then else?'
Giovanni did not reply; his eyes were on the ground, and without knowing it, his pace slackened. At last he said—
'That other sketch in coloured chalk, the young Christ—have you seen that?'
'Yes. A Jewish boy with chestnut curls, full lips and a low brow; the son of old Barucco. You like it better?'
'No. But I was thinking how little alike they are, those two pictures!'