quot; he added, laying a hand on Nicolas Poussins shoulder.

    In tranger became aion of t.  in it, found two gold coins, and .

    quot;I c; he said.

    quot;take it,quot; said Porbus, as art and flus, for Poussin y. quot;Pray, take it; ;

    togetudio, and, talking of art by turesque -Mic at its ornament, at t ts, at t ood in a vast loable, covered empting disood near t artists full of genial good humor.

    quot;Do not look too long at t canvas, young man,quot; said Porbus, anding, struck ing. quot;You im to despair.quot;

    It ;Adamquot; painted by Mabuse to purcors  ter of fact, tood out so boldly and convincingly, t Nicolas Poussin began to understand t by tist, ure  satisfaction, but  ent;I ter t!quot; o be saying to himself.

    quot;t,quot; ;in t respect my poor master  truto tmosp t ter all, only a man! A t from t   is ing eet drunk.quot;

    Poussin looked from to Porbus, and from Porbus to tless curiosity.  up to tter to ask for t; but ter laid a finger on ery. terest ed;  silence, but  sooner or later some  ertainer. It  t alent and very ened to fully, and t room .

    A magnificent portrait of a  caugtention.

    quot; a glorious Giorgione!quot; he cried.

    quot;No,quot; said , quot;it is an early daub of mine--quot;

    quot;Gramercy! I am in ting, it seems!quot; cried Poussin ingenuously.

    th such praise.

    quot;Master Fren; said Porbus, quot;do you ttle of your capital R;

    quot;A couple of pipes!quot;