“There you are wrong. Mother M—— M——, at—— in Muran, is certainly handsomer.”
“I have heard her talked of and I have seen her once, but I do not think it possible that she can be procured for money.”
“I think so,” said he, laughing, “and when I think I mostly have good reasons.”
“You surprise me; but all the same I don’t mind betting you are deceived.”
“You would lose. As you have only seen her once, I suppose you would not recognize her portrait?”
“I should, indeed, as her face left a strong impression on my mind.”
“Wait a minute.”
He got up from the table, went out, and returned a minute after with a box containing eight or ten miniatures, all in the same style, namely, with hair in disorder and bare necks.
“These,” said I, “are rare charms, with which you have doubtless a near acquaintance?”
“Yes, and if you recognize any of them be discreet.”