"Poor fools!" said the dealer to the snuffbox.
I heard him—they did not.
"Madame," he answered aloud, "Paris herself will give him that the first day his first canvas hangs in my galleries. Meanwhile, I must in honesty be permitted to add something more. For each of those little canvases, the girl on the roof and the boy at the gate, I will give you now two thousand francs, and two thousand more when they shall be completed. Provided—"
He paused and glanced musingly at René.
Lili had turned away, and was sobbing for very joy at this undreamed-of deliverance.
René stood quite still, with his hands crossed on the easel and his head bent on his chest. The room, I think, swam round him.
The old man sauntered again a little about the place, looking here and looking there, murmuring certain artistic disquisitions technical and scientific, leaving them time to recover from the intensity of their emotion.
What a noble thing old age was, I thought, living only to give hope to the young in their sorrow, and to release captive talents from the prison of Obscurity!
We should leave the little room in the roof, and dwell in some bright quarter where it was
