ports:
and when he found who we were, he brought his wife to call on us, and
asked us to an evening party.'

'Did you go?'

'Guy thought we must, and it was very entertaining. We had a curious
adventure there. In the morning, we had been looking at those
beautiful windows of the great church, when I turned round, and saw a
gentleman--an Englishman--gazing with all his might at Guy. We met again
in the evening, and presently Mr. Thorndale came and told us it was Mr.
Shene.'

'Shene, the painter?'

'Yes. He had been very much struck with Guy's face: it was exactly what
he wanted for a picture he was about, and he wished of all things just
to be allowed to make a sketch.'

'Did you submit?'

'Yes' said Guy; 'and we were rewarded. I never saw a more agreeable
person, or one who gave so entirely the impression of genius. The next
day he took us through the gallery, and showed us all that was worth
admiring.'

'And in what character is he to make you appear?'

'That is the strange part of it,' said Amabel. 'Don't you remember how
Guy once puzzled us by choosing Sir Galahad for his favourite hero? It
is that very Sir Galahad, when he kneels to adore the Saint Greal.'

'Mr. Shene said he had long been dreaming over it, and at last, as he
saw Guy's face looking upwards, it struck him that it was just what he
wanted: it would be worth anything to him to catch the expression.'

'I wonder what I was looking like!' ejaculated Guy.

'Did he take you as yourself, or as Sir Galahad?'

'As myself, happily.'

'How did he succeed?'

'Amy likes it; but decidedly I should never have known myself.'

'Ah,' said his wife--

'Could some fay the giftie gie us,
To see ourselves as others see us.'

'As far as the sun-burnt visage is concerned, the glass does that every
morning.'

'Yes, but you don't look at yourself exactly as you do at a painted
window,' said Amy, in her demure way.

'I cannot think how you found time for sitting,' said Philip.

'O, it is quite a little thing, a mere sketch, done in two evenings and
half an hour in the morning. He promises it to me when he has done with
Sir Galahad,' said Amy.

'Two--three evenings. You must have been a long time at Munich.'

'A fortnight,' said Guy, 'there is a great deal to see there.'

Philip did not quite understand this, nor did he think it very
satisfactory that they should thus have lingered in a gay town, but he
meant to make the best