Capitolo 33
we ask to him; " and him called through the room: "Wharton, wants her
do you explain to Miss Brooke that around which it is Your portrait? You want to know,
and you are the only men that can tell her."
Wharton in his/her serious way came above to them, and sadly looking first to
It said for a long time Miss Brooke, then to the portrait, as if to him:
"I thought that it was good when I did him/it. I think what time enough good is.
What criticism does it do, Miss Brooke?"
Catherine was in deadly terror, but it was standing his/her earth as a heroin. "ME
motto seemed to me dark, the Mr. Wharton, and I asked because you did him/it this way."
Wharton looked again at the portrait and meditated him/it on. Then he said:
"Does he/she think him/it you/he/she would be improved being agile?"
Even if the pleaded of guilty Catherine to this scandalous heresy, she did him/it
with so a lot of innocence of way that, in some minutes Wharton was,
captured by his/her sweet face, and it tried to make his/her theory understand her/it
what the worth of a painting was not so a lot of in that in which he/she explained as
what suggested. Comments from the from-standers it interfered with his
success. I especially risk made Catherine perplexed you/he/she is fighting attention from
doing amusing of the lecture of Wharton.
"Your idea of a portrait", it said him, it owes "to seem to Miss Brooke as mine
The idea of parishioner of Cincinnati of a corn-field. I was one day admiring
its field of Indian corn that stretched out in the distance likes
Lake Erie in a yellow sunset, when the owner, looking at his/her crop as
solemnly as Wharton is looking at his/her portrait, it said that what he liked
the most greater part was the hogs that he could see out of him."
"Well", it said Wharton, "the Dutch extended a good school of men as him.
Art is anything peer. I will paint his/her hogs for him, it butchered
and suspended above from the legs of hind, and if I know whether to paint, I can put his
corn-field in them as Ostade and ago the butchers to burn with