“It’s me,—is it done?”
“No, not yet,” Auguste replied.
“Is it coming on all right?”
“Yes, it’s coming on well.”
“What are you doing now?”
“An ear.”
“Is it a good likeness?”
“It will be very striking.”
Cadet went down to the company, exclaiming:
“I couldn’t get in; he was just doing an ear, that’s going to be striking. Oh! that painter seems to be a smart one! I tried to look through the key-hole, but he must have her posed in profile, for I thought I saw an eye instead of an ear. I’m going to put my wife’s picture in our big room opposite the one of the boar my grandfather killed.”