"As if I did not know that he would know," said the little man to himself, with a smile.
"And how long would it take a humming-bird who could fly a league in a minute to get there!"
"Twenty-eight years, sir," was Durer's answer.
"When one calculates so well, and so rapidly, no wonder one is melancholy," said the little man to himself. Then going on—"Who was the greatest man of antiquity?" asked he.
"Alexander."
"Who was the wisest?"
"Socrates."
"Who was the proudest?"
"Diogenes."
"Which of these do you like the best?"