René smiled a little sadly: Lili flushed with joy. It was the first praise which she had ever heard given to him.
"You have a great talent," pursued the little man.
René bowed his handsome, haggard face—his mouth quivered a very little: for the first time Hope entered into him.
"Genius, indeed," said the stranger; and he sauntered a little about and looked at the canvasses, and wondered and praised, and said not very much, but said that little so well and so judiciously that it was easy to see he was no mean judge of art, and possibly no slender patron of it.
As Lili stood by me, I saw her colour come and go and her breast heave. I too trembled in all my leaves: were recognition and the world's homage coming to René at last?
"And I have been so afraid always that I had injured, burdened him, clogged his strength in that endless strife!" she murmured below her breath. "O, dear little rose! if only the world can but know his greatness!"
Meanwhile the old man looked through the sketches and studies with which the room was strewed.
"You do not finish your things?" he said abruptly.
