The Painter.
Hurrah! There is music too!
The Marshal.
And in the story-telling by night at the camp-fire many a tale of human destiny will be unfolded to you.
The Painter.
A world of pictures! (More softly.) And love adventures?
The Marshal.
If you choose to call them "adventures."
The Painter.
Agreed, sir! And an excess of happiness will flow out of my soul like a prayer.--Yet it seems I am forgetting the greatest happiness. I shall be with you. I may paint you.