Part,  Chapter

1    I,  I  |       his Cleopatra, the first picture that had made him illustrious,
2    I,  II | surrounded by naughtiness.~The picture was so true, although its
3    I,  III|      he must make an exquisite picture, with one corner of this
4    I,  III|    alone, before a newly begun picture, the ardor that had burned
5    I,  IV |       hastened upstairs to the picture gallery. Even while mounting
6    I,  IV |        arrived before Bertin’s picture—two little peasant-girls
7    I,  IV |     drawing them away from his picture. He led them for a long
8    I,  IV |     only knew how I adore your picture of this year! It is certainly
9   II,  II |      had seen a more ravishing picture, and somewhat regretful