Amelie rose, took an
easel which stood near hers, carried it to a distance from the noble group, and placed it close to a board partition which separated the studio from the extreme end of the attic, where all broken casts, defaced canvases and the winter supply of wood were kept.
She has something on her
easel; I suppose it is one of the pictures you ordered.
To our surprise, we were ushered into a room where the first object that met the eye was a painter's
easel, with a table beside it covered with rolls of canvas, bottles of oil and varnish, palette, brushes, paints, &c.
Philip placed an
easel where she indicated, and Mrs.
In the centre was an
easel, behind which were visible a pair of trousered legs.
'Don't be alarmed,' said Gowan, coming from his
easel behind the door.
Three great safes were ranged along one side of the wall, piles of newspapers and maps were strewn all over a long table, and a huge Ordnance map of the French and Belgian Frontiers stood upon an
easel. The only occupant of the apartment was a man who was sitting before a typewriter in front of the window.
Of his picture, the one that stood now on his
easel, he had at the bottom of his heart one conviction--that no one had ever painted a picture like it.
The furniture was the perfection of luxury and beauty; the table in the centre was bright with gaily bound books, elegant conveniences for writing, and beautiful flowers; the second table, near the window, was covered with all the necessary materials for mounting water-colour drawings, and had a little
easel attached to it, which I could expand or fold up at will; the walls were hung with gaily tinted chintz; and the floor was spread with Indian matting in maize-colour and red.
Her mother's pride in the girl's appearance led her to step back, like a painter from his
easel, and survey her work as a whole.
I had a rapid glimpse of a tiny apartment, half room, half studio, in which was nothing but a bed, canvases with their faces to the wall, an
easel, a table, and a chair.
When Simon Nishikanta, huge and gross as in the flesh he was and for ever painting delicate, insipid, feministic water- colours, when he threw his deck-chair at Scraps for clumsily knocking over his
easel, he found the ham-like hand of Grimshaw so instant and heavy on his shoulder as to whirl him half about, almost fling him to the deck, and leave him lame-muscled and black-and-blued for days.