“H’m, it’s like her, and good,” declared Mark. He told himself that Raisky had talent. “And it would be excellent, but the head is too large in proportion and the shoulders a trifle broad.”
“He has a straight eye,” thought Raisky.
“I like best the lightly-observed background and accessories, from which the figure detaches itself light, gay, and transparent. You have found the secret of Marfinka’s figure. The tone suits her hair and her complexion.”
Raisky recognised that he had taste and comprehension, and wondered if he were really an artist in a disguise.
“Do you know Marfinka?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“And Vera?”
“Vera too.”
“Where have you met my cousins? You do not come to the house.”
“At church.”