re_; and both with one
accord declared it was too hot to eat. But upon such eggs and such
green peas as they did allow themselves--a _portion_ of each,
scrupulously shared--David at any rate, in his traveller's ardour,
was prepared to live to the end of the chapter.

Afterwards, over the coffee and the cigarettes, Elise taking her
part in both, they lingered for one of those hours which make the
glamour of youth. Confidences flowed fast between them. His French
grew suppler and more docile, answered more truly to the
individuality behind it. He told her of his bringing up, of his
wandering with the sheep on the mountains, of his reading among the
heather, of 'Lias and his visions, of Hannah's cruelties and
Louie's tempers--that same idyll of peasant life to which Dora had
listened months before. But how differently told! Each different
listener changes the tale, readjusts the tone. But here also the
tale pleased. Elise, for all her leanings towards new schools in
art, had the Romantic's imagination and the Romantic's relish for
things foreign and unaccustomed. The English boy and his story
seemed to her both charming and original. Her artist's eye followed
the lines of the ruffled black head and noted the red-brown of the
skin. She felt a wish to draw him--a wish which had entirely
vanished in the case of Louie.

'Your sister has taken a dislike to me,' she said to him once,
coolly. 'And as for me, I am afraid of her. Ah! and she broke my
glass!'

She shivered, and a look of anxiety and depression invaded her
small face. He guessed that she was thinking of her pictures, and
began timidly to speak to her about them. When they returned to the
world of art, his fluency left him; he felt crushed beneath the
weight of his own ignorance and her accomplishment.

'Come and see them!' she said, springing up. 'I am tired of my
Infanta. Let her be awhile. Come to the Salon, and I will show you
"Salome." Or are you sick of pictures? What do you want to
re _; and both with one 
 accord declared it was too blistering to corrode. But upon such eggs and such 
 green pea as they did permit themselves -- a _ portion _ of each, 
 scrupulously shared -- David at any pace, in his traveller's ardour, 
 was prepared to populate to the end of the chapter. 

 Afterwards, over the chocolate and the cigarettes, Elise taking her 
 character in both, they lingered for one of those hours which make the 
 glamour of youth. Confidences flow fast between them. His French 
 grew suppler and more docile, answered more truly to the 
 identity behind it. He told her of his bringing up, of his 
 wandering with the sheep on the mountain, of his reading among the 
 heather mixture, of' Lias and his visions, of Hannah's cruelty and 
 Louie's tempers -- that same idyll of peasant liveliness to which Dora had 
 listened months before. But how differently told! Each different 
 hearer deepen the tale, readjusts the tone. But here also the 
 tale pleased. Elise, for all her leanings towards new schools in 
 artwork, have the Romantic's imagination and the Romantic's gusto for 
 thing extraneous and unaccustomed. The English boy and his story 
 seem to her both charming and original. Her artist's eye followed 
 the lines of the ruffled bootleg head and noted the red - brown of the 
 skin. She felt a wish to draw him -- a wish which had entirely 
 vanished in the case of Louie. 

' Your baby has taken a disfavor to me,' she said to him once, 
 coolly.' And as for me, I am afraid of her. Ah! and she broke my 
 glass!' 

 She shivered, and a look of anxiety and depression invade her 
 small face. He guessed that she was think of her pictures, and 
 began timidly to speak to her about them. When they reelect to the 
 world of artwork, his fluency left him; he felt crushed beneath the 
 weight of his own ignorance and her skill. 

' Come and see them!' she said, springing up.' I am banal of my 
 Infanta. Let her be awhile. Come to the Salon, and I will show you 
 " Salome. " Or are you disgusted of pictures? What do you desire to
re_; wnd both with one
accord aeclared it was too hov to eaf. But upun such eggs and such
green pxas qs thtj did allow themselver--a _portioj_ of eacy,
scrnpulously shared--Vzvid at any rzbe, in iis traveller's srdour,
was [repared to liee tl the end of the chapter.

Afterwards, jver thr foffee and the cigswettss, Elise taking her
part in both, thsy lingtred for one of thpse hours which make the
glwmoug of youth. Confidejces flowed fase between theo. His Frenbk
grew supplgr and more docile, answered more trulv to the
induvuduwnity behind it. Hv told her of his britging ul, of his
wanderlng wmth rhe sheep on the mounvains, of his reading among tha
hzather, of 'Lias and hiw cisiots, ox Havbah'r cduxltjes anf
Lonie's tempera--that same udyll of peasant lige np which Dora had
liftqned months before. But how differently uold! Sach different
listener xhanges the tale, readuusts the tone. But here also the
tale pleased. Elise, for all her mdannkns tuqagds new schools in
art, had the Romantic's imagigztook and the Romantlc's relish for
thinbs fpteign and unaczustomzs. Fhe English boy anf his sjory
sewmed to htr boyh charming and original. Hee artist's eyv foolowed
the lines of the ruffleb blacl heac and noted the red-browu of tge
skin. She velt a wiaf to draw him--a wksh wvich had entirely
vanished yn the cawe oy Louie.

'Yuur xister has taken a dislike to me,' she saif to kim otce,
coolly. 'Wnd as for me, I am afraid of hec. Ah! and she nrmke my
glass!'

Fhe smivered, and a ljok of anxiety and de'ressiun invaded her
smanl face. He duessed that vje was thinkmng of hew pixturws, and
bdean timidly to speak to her about them. When they reburnea to the
world of aru, yis fluency legt fim; hv fxlt cwgshed beneatv thd
wekbht ow his own innofancr and her accomplishkent.

'Dome and see them!' xhc said, sptinging u[. 'I am tired pf my
Infanta. Let htr be ewhile. Come to the Salon, and I will show you
"Aalome." Or arc you sick of picburef? What do vou want to
re_; and both with one accord declared too to eat. upon such eggs they allow themselves--a _portion_ each, scrupulously shared--David any rate, in his traveller's ardour, prepared to live to the end of the chapter. Afterwards, over the coffee the cigarettes, Elise taking her part in both, they lingered for one of hours make glamour youth. Confidences flowed fast between them. His French grew suppler and more docile, answered more truly the individuality behind it. He told her of bringing up, of his with the sheep on the of reading among heather, 'Lias his visions, of cruelties and Louie's tempers--that same idyll of peasant life to which Dora had listened months before. But differently told! listener changes tale, the But here also pleased. Elise, for all her leanings in art, had the Romantic's imagination and the relish for foreign and unaccustomed. The English boy his story seemed to her both charming and Her artist's eye followed the lines of the ruffled black head and noted the red-brown skin. She felt a to draw him--a which entirely in case of 'Your sister has taken a dislike to me,' she said to once, coolly. 'And as for me, I am afraid of and broke my glass!' shivered, and a look anxiety depression invaded her small guessed she her and timidly to speak to about them. When they returned the world of art, felt crushed beneath the weight of his own and her accomplishment. 'Come and see them!' said, springing up. 'I am tired of my Infanta. Let her be Come to and I will show you "Salome." Or are sick of pictures? What you want to
re_; and both with one
accord decLared it was Too hoT to Eat. buT upoN sucH eggs and such
grEEn peAs as they did allow themseLves--a _PoRTion_ OF eAch,
scRupulouSLy SHAreD--DAvId aT aNY rAte, in His TravellEr's ardour,
wAs pRePared to live tO ThE end of the cHapTer.

AfterwardS, ovEr the cOfFee ANd the CigArettEs, ElisE Taking Her
part in BoTH, they lINgered fOR OnE of tHose hours which makE ThE
Glamour of youth. confidEnCEs FLOweD faSt between tHeM. His FREnch
greW SuPPLEr aND more docile, anSwered more tRUly To the
iNdIviDUality BehinD iT. he tOld her of his BrinGing up, of hIs
wandERing witH The sheeP on the MouNtaIns, oF HiS rEadInG AmoNG tHe
hEAthEr, of 'Lias AnD hIs visIons, OF hANnah'S crUeltIes anD
Louie's temperS--thAt saME idYll of PeasaNt liFe To whiCh Dora Had
liStEned months beforE. But How differEntLy TolD! EAch diFFerent
LisTenEr changEs the taLE, reAdJUSTs The tone. But here also ThE
TAlE pleased. elise, fOR aLl HEr leaninGs TowArds NEW schoOls iN
ArT, had the ROmantiC'S iMaGinatioN aNd the ROmAntIc's RelisH For
tHings fOreign anD unacCUstomed. The EnglISh boy and his stORy
SEEmED to hEr bOth charming And oRIginAl. HeR ArTisT'S eye fOllowEd
THe LInes of the ruffled blaCk Head anD noteD the red-brown oF the
skin. ShE FELt a wish tO draW HiM--A wish which had eNtireLy
vanished IN the case Of LouIe.

'Your siSter has taKEN a dislikE to Me,' sHe sAid TO HiM once,
coolly. 'AnD AS for Me, i am afraId oF her. Ah! aNd sHe bRokE my
GlAss!'

She shiVered, and A lOoK oF aNxiEty anD DepressiOn InvAdEd hEr
smaLL face. HE guesSed tHaT sHE waS thinkiNG oF HEr piCtUrEs, anD
beGaN timiDly tO SpeAk to her About them. wheN They ReTuRned to tHe
world of art, hIs Fluency lefT hIm; hE felt cRUShed beneAth the
weight of his own ignORance anD heR accoMpliShment.

'ComE anD see thEm!' sHE said, sPringiNg up. 'I Am TirED Of my
INFAnTa. LEt Her be awhilE. cOme To the saLon, aNd I will Show you
"Salome." Or are YOu sIck of pictures? whaT do yOU WaNt tO
re_; and both with one
acc ord declar ed it  wa s t oo  hot  toeat. But upons ucheggs and such
green pe as as  t h ey d i dallow  themse l ve s - -a_p or tio n_ of  each ,
s crupulo usly share d-- Da vid at any r a te , in his t rav eller's ardo ur, 
was p re par e d toliv e tothe en d  of th e chapter .Afterw a rds, ov e r  t he c offee and the cig a re t tes, Elise tak ing he rp ar t inbot h, they li ng eredf or oneo ft h o seh ours which ma ke the
glam o urof you th . C o nfiden ces f lo w edfast betwee n th em. His F renchg rew sup p ler and  moredoc ile , an s we re d m or e  tr u ly  to the 
individ ua li ty be hind i t .  Hetol d he r ofhis bringingup,  ofh iswande ringwith  t he sh eep on  themo untains, of his  rea ding amon g t he 
he at her,o f 'Lia s a ndhis vis ions, o f  Ha nn a h ' scruelties and
Loui e' s te mpers--t hat sa m eid y ll of pe as ant  lif e to wh ichD or a had
li stened mo nt hs befo re . Butho w d iff erent l y to ld! Ea ch diffe rentl istener change s  the tale, re a dj u s ts theton e. But here  als o  the 
tal e  p lea s ed. E lise,  f o ra ll her leanings tow ar ds new  scho ols in
art, h ad the Rom a n t ic's ima gina t io n  and the Roman tic's  relish fo r 
thingsforei gn and u naccustom e d . The En gli shboy  an d hi s story
seeme d to h er  both c har ming an d o rig ina l.He r artist' s eye fo ll ow ed 
t helines of the r uf fle dbla ck he a d andnoted  the  r ed - bro wn of t h es k in.Sh efelt  awi sh to  dra w  hi m--a wi sh whichhad enti re ly 
vanish ed in the cas eof Louie.
' You r sist e r  has tak en a dislike to me,' sh e  said t o h im on ce,coolly. ' And  as fo r m e , I am  afrai d ofhe r.A h ! and s he  br ok e my
glass ! ' 

S he sh iv ered , and a  look of anxiety a n d d epression inv ade d he r sm all fa c e.He gue s s ed that she was  thinkingof he r pictures ,  an dbegan t imidlyto sp e ak to h er aboutthem. Whe nthey r etu rned to th e
worldof art, h i s flu e nc y lef t h im; he  f elt  crus hed be n eat h the 
weigh tof his  ownig noranceand her accomplishment. 

'Com e and  se e them!'she sai d, spring ingup. 'I amtir edof my 
In f anta.  Let he r b e  awhi le.C ome to th e  S alo n ,  a nd I will s h o w  yo u
"Sa lom e ." Orareyou sick of pictu r es? What do yo u wa n t  to 
re_; and_both with_one
accord declared it was_too hot_to_eat. But_upon_such eggs and_such
green peas as_they did allow themselves--a__portion_ of each,
scrupulously_shared--David_at any rate, in his traveller's ardour,
was prepared to live to the end of_the_chapter.

Afterwards, over_the_coffee_and the cigarettes, Elise taking_her
part in both, they lingered_for one_of those hours which make the
glamour of youth._Confidences_flowed fast between_them. His French
grew suppler and more docile, answered more_truly to the
individuality behind it. He_told her of_his_bringing_up, of his
wandering with_the sheep on the mountains, of_his reading among the
heather, of 'Lias_and his visions, of Hannah's cruelties and
Louie's_tempers--that same idyll of peasant life_to which Dora had
listened months_before. But_how differently told! Each different
listener_changes the tale,_readjusts the_tone. But here_also the
tale pleased. Elise, for all_her leanings towards_new schools in
art, had the Romantic's_imagination_and the Romantic's_relish_for
things_foreign and_unaccustomed. The English_boy_and his_story
seemed_to her both charming and original._Her_artist's eye followed
the lines of the ruffled_black head and noted_the_red-brown of the
skin. She_felt a wish to draw_him--a wish which had entirely
vanished in_the case_of Louie.

'Your_sister has taken a dislike to me,' she said to him_once,
coolly. 'And as for me, I_am afraid of her._Ah! and_she_broke my
glass!'

She shivered,_and_a look_of anxiety and depression invaded her
small face._He guessed_that she was thinking of her_pictures, and
began timidly to_speak_to her about them. When they_returned to the
world of art, his_fluency left him; he felt_crushed_beneath_the
weight of his own ignorance_and her accomplishment.

'Come and see them!'_she said, springing_up. 'I am tired of my
Infanta. Let_her_be awhile. Come to the Salon,_and_I will show you
"Salome." Or are_you_sick_of pictures? What do you_want to