"You are thinking," said Lina, to begin the conversation, "that that portrait is very like me, are you not?"
"Like you?" said Sandor; "ohoho! what an idea!"
"It has much more colour than I have."
"Oh! much more."
"And is much taller than I am."
"Oh! much taller."
Linka began to think that she had at last met some person who was perfectly sincere. "I do not know," she continued, "why that painter should have made me prettier than I am."
Sandor perceived that he had been giving very stupid answers, and hastened to repair his fault. "That is to say, Miss Lina, the portrait is not prettier than you are; on the contrary, it is uglier, for one side of the face is larger than the other."
Lina, perceiving that the young gentleman did not understand painting or perspective, tried another theme.
"You have lived in Pesth, and are no doubt acquainted with some of the poets there?"