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 Although the slanting rays fell grey and cold through the leaded and window, Delacroix’s colouring shone resplendent, and the roses on the cheeks of men and angels dimmed with their glorious beauty the rubicund countenance of old Guinardon, which stood out in relief against one of the temple’s columns. These frescoes of the Chapel of the Holy Angels, though derided and insulted when they first appeared, have now become part of the classic tradition, and are united in immortality with the masterpieces of Rubens and Tintoretto.

Old Guinardon, bearded and looked like Father Time effacing the works of man’s genius. Gaétan, in alarm, called out to him:

“Carefully, Monsieur Guinardon, carefully. Do not scrape too much.”

The painter reassured him.

“Fear nothing, Monsieur Gaétan. I do not paint in that style. My art is a higher one. I work after the manner of Cimabue, Giotto, and Beato Angelico, not in the style of Delacroix. This surface here is too heavily charged with contrast and opposition to give a really sacred effect. It is true that Chenavard said that Christianity loves the picturesque, but Chenavard was a rascal with neither faith nor principle—an Look, Monsieur d’Esparvieu, I fill up the crevice, I relay the scales of paint which are peeling. That is all.