“Backwards. She paints her picture and then rubs out and out until sometimes she has nothing left.”
“And if the likeness is good at the start?”
“Then it stands. But there are many mutilated pictures in a maid’s gallery.”
“And how does mine progress?”
“So far as you may pierce the gallery windows you may see.”
“But your eyes are such loop-holes. One has to be within to see well from them.”
“You must win your own position.”
“A soldier’s privilege is mine?”
“The soldier’s privilege is every man’s.”
“Then, by my soul, I’ll—”