It is, to begin with, the only finished easel picture that exists from his brush.

Moreover, it connects itself with a series of easel-paintings.

When he did not look around, she said, "Are you too busy to even look at me?" With an exclamation, he faced her; then, as quickly, turned again; with hand outstretched to draw the easel curtain.

He moved confidently to the easel stool and, seating himself continued with a leering smile, "What's the matter with my taking the artist's place for a little whileat least, until he comes?" The girl was too innocent to understand his assumption but her pure mind could not fail to sense the evil in his words.

We can well imagine, therefore, that, tired with the labours of the chisel or the brush, he gladly gave himself to composition, leaving half finished on his easel things which had for him their adequate accomplishment.