Venus and Cupid

Venus and Cupid
Vermeer girl with the pearl earring
virgin of the rocks
Woman with a Parasol
'Now, sir, as he don't condescend to tell me, what is this?' ¡¡¡¡Steerforth evaded the question for a little while; looking in scorn and anger on his opponent, and remaining silent. I could not help thinking even in that interval, I remember, what a noble fellow he was in appearance, and how homely and plain Mr. Mell looked opposed to him. ¡¡¡¡'What did he mean by talking about favourites, then?' said Steerforth at length. ¡¡¡¡'Favourites?' repeated Mr. Creakle, with the veins in his forehead swelling quickly. 'Who talked about favourites?' ¡¡¡¡'He did,' said Steerforth.
oil painting¡¡¡¡'And pray, what did you mean by that, sir?' demanded Mr. Creakle, turning angrily on his assistant. ¡¡¡¡'I meant, Mr. Creakle,' he returned in a low voice, 'as I said; that no pupil had a right to avail himself of his position of favouritism to degrade me.' ¡¡¡¡'To degrade YOU?' said Mr. Creakle. 'My stars! But give me leave to ask you, Mr. What's-your-name'; and here Mr. Creakle folded his arms, cane and all, upon