But I saw that I had gone too far.
"I beg your pardon, Mr. Percivale," I said.
"I fear I have been too free in my remarks. I know, likewise, that I am a
clergyman, and not a painter, and therefore incapable of giving the praise
which I have little doubt your art at least deserves."
"I trust that honesty cannot offend me, however much and justly it may pain
me."
"But now I have said my worst, I should much like to see what else you have
at hand to show me."
"Unfortunately I have too much at hand. Let me see."
He strode to the other end of the room, where several pictures were leaning
against the wall, with their faces turned towards it. From these he chose
one, but, before showing it, fitted it into an empty frame that stood
beside. He then brought it forward and set it on the easel. I will describe
it, and then my reader will understand the admiration which broke from me
after I had regarded it for a time.
A dark hill rose against the evening sky, which shone through a few thin
pines on its top.
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