228 A FEW MEMORIES
born of her spirituality, made one feel greatly privileged in having spent an hour or two in her gentle presence. I wondered at the time what she would have been at her age had she fretted away her life upon the stage. I also saw Ristori again while in Paris. We had several engrossing talks about the plastic art, and took great pleasure in illustrating to each other the effects to be got out of classic draperies. To a Greek, her drapery was what a fan is to the woman of Spain: by swinging and changing its folds she was able almost to converse with it. The yards of beautiful soft stuff enveloping her form gave to her every movement a flowing grace, and added a breadth and importance to her presence. How often I have wished that the ancient Greek costume \vould again become and remain the fashion! Ristori had spent hours before many of the great statues, and seemed to have learned and loved the language of every line and fold.
Ruskin once said to me that he had never cared for plastic art; and was good enough to add that my Galatea had given him more of an appreciation for it than he had ever expected to have. I cannot understand the almost general lack of enthusiasm for the great statues. To me they