quot;But not only so, dear Porbus. Look closely at my and more clearly o metline. Look at ts on toucouc it catc itself and blends it rous s, and e process, by flattening t, and leaving no trace of tening tours of my figures and enveloping tints until t is produced, fades aure ure. Come closer. You ter; at a little distance it can not be seen. t t is, I to be seen,quot; and ip of ed out a patcransparent color to ters.

    Porbus, laying a ists surned to Poussin ;Do you kno in  painter?quot;

    quot; ter,quot; Poussin answered gravely.

    quot;t; Porbus continued, as ouc;Use tmost limit of our art on eart;

    quot;Beyond t point it loses itself in t; said Poussin.

    quot; joys lie t; exclaimed Porbus.

    t t hear.

    quot;But sooner or later  t t; cried Poussin.

    quot;Not; said Frenurn at eiter and at ure.

    quot; ; muttered Porbus, turning to Poussin.

    tcers arm and said, quot;Do you see notel ! varlet! cullion!  brougo my studio?--My good Porbus,quot;  on, as urned to ter, quot;are you also making a fool of me? Ansell me, ure after all?quot;

    Porbus ated and said not tolerable anxiety in te face t ed to the easel.

    quot;Look!quot; he said.

    Fren at ure, and staggered back.

    quot;Noter ten years of ;  do.

    quot;So I am a dotard, a madman, I alent nor po;

    ears at ure. Suddenly ood proudly before ters.

    quot;By t,quot; ;you are jealous! You ure is a failure because you  to steal ; ;siful.