fair fame and fine fortune in the space of a few years. You will be a great man before you have a gray hair: that comes to very few. I shall not trouble you for more than six dix-huitième siècle enamels in the year—perhaps for only four. You can spend ten months out of the twelve on your own canvases, making your own name and your own wealth as swiftly as your ambition and impatience can desire. Madame here," said the acute dealer with a pleasant smile—"Madame here can have a garden sloping on the Seine and a glasshouse of choicest flowers—which I see are her graceful weakness—ere another rose-season has time to come round, if you choose."
His voice lingered softly on the three last words.
The dew stood on René's forehead, his hands clenched on the easel:
"You wish me—to paint—forgeries of the Petitôt enamels?"
The old man smiled unmoved:
"Chut, chut! Will you paint me little bonbonnières on enamel or porcelain instead of on cardboard? That is all the question. I have said where they go, how they are set: what they are called shall be my affair. You know nothing. The only works of yours which you will be concerned to acknowledge will be your own canvas
