Madame d'Aragona looked at the young man a moment, and broke into a laugh.
"There is a charming speech. I like that better than Gouache's flattery."
"And yet you admit that the portrait is like you," said Gouache.
"Perhaps I flatter you, too."
"Ah! I had not thought of that."
"You should be more modest."
"I lose myself—"
"Where?"
"In your eyes, Madame. One, two, three, four—are you sure a tiger has only four claws? Where is the creature's thumb—what do you call it? It looks awkward."
"The dew-claw?" asked Orsino. "It is higher up, behind the paw. You would hardly see it in the skin."