* * * * *
The picture is finished. She insisted on paying him for it,
munificently, in the manner of queens.
“Oh, you have already paid me,” he said, with a tormented smile,
refusing her offer.
Before he left, he secretly opened his portfolio, and let me look
inside. I was startled. Her head looked at me as if out of a mirror
and seemed actually to be alive.
“I shall take it along,” he said, “it is mine; she can’t take it
away from me. I have earned it with my heart’s blood.”