`` In truth , '' answered he , `` that question might be asked much more seriously than you suppose . They say that he paints not merely a man 's features , but his mind and heart . He catches the secret sentiments and passions and throws them upon the canvas like sunshine , or perhaps , in the portraits of dark-souled men , like a gleam of infernal fire . It is an awful gift , '' added Walter , lowering his voice from its tone of enthusiasm . `` I shall be almost afraid to sit to him . '' `` Walter , are you in earnest ? '' exclaimed Elinor . `` For Heaven 's sake , dearest Elinor , do not let him paint the look which you now wear , '' said her lover , smiling , though rather perplexed . `` There ! it is passing away now ; but when you spoke , you seemed frightened to death , and very sad besides . What were you thinking of ? '' `` Nothing , nothing ! '' answered Elinor , hastily . `` You paint my face with your own fantasies . Well , come for me tomorrow , and we will visit this wonderful artist . '' But when the young man had departed , it can not be denied that a remarkable expression was again visible on the fair and youthful face of his mistress . It was a sad and anxious look , little in accordance with what should have been the feelings of a maiden on the eve of wedlock . Yet Walter Ludlow was the chosen of her heart . `` A look ! '' said Elinor to herself .
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