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But I was thinking of myself." Ludlow sent word to Charmian at the Synthesis that he should not ask her to sit to him that afternoon, and in the evening he went to see Wetmore. It was eleven o'clock, and he would have been welcome at Wetmore's any time between that hour of the night and two of the morning. He found a number of people. Mrs. Westley was there with Mrs.
"And has Mr. Beaton been about, yet?" asked her mother. "No," said the girl, with her back still turned; and she added, "I believe he's in New York; Mr. Wetmore's seen him." "It's a little strange he doesn't call." "It would be if he were not an artist. But artists never do anything like other people.
She had read a great many books, and had ideas about them, quite courageous and original ideas; she knew about pictures she had been in Wetmore's class; she was fond of music; she was willing to understand even politics; in Boston she might have been agnostic, but in New York she was sincerely religious; she was very accomplished; and perhaps it was her goodness that prevented her feeling what was not best in Beaton.
I'm sorry it's no use, she wishes it so much; but I'm not sorry otherwise. You can find the pleasure at least of doing good work in it; but I couldn't find anything in it but a barren amusement. Mr. Wetmore is right; for me, it's like enjoying an opera, or a ball." "That's one of Wetmore's phrases. He'd sacrifice anything to them." She put aside the whole subject with a look. "You were not at Mr.
John as an anti-confederate, was no longer in sympathy with the government. Mr. Wetmore's long experience as a nisi prius lawyer, and his curt and imperturbable manner, rendered him a most exasperating and troublesome opponent, and at a very early period of the session he commenced to make it unpleasant for his former friends.
"Ah suppose you awe going to be a great awtust?" she said, in friendly banter, when Alma owned to having done the things. "Ah've a great notion to take a few lessons mahself. Who's yo' teachah?" Alma said she was drawing in Mr. Wetmore's class, and Miss Woodburn said: "Well, it's just beautiful, Miss Leighton; it's grand. Ah suppose it's raght expensive, now?
He noticed that especially in their talks over her work; she had profited by everything she had seen and heard; she had all of Wetmore's ideas pat; it amused Beaton to see how she seized every useful word that he dropped, too, and turned him to technical account whenever she could.
She had read a great many books, and had ideas about them, quite courageous and original ideas; she knew about pictures she had been in Wetmore's class; she was fond of music; she was willing to understand even politics; in Boston she might have been agnostic, but in New York she was sincerely religious; she was very accomplished; and perhaps it was her goodness that prevented her feeling what was not best in Beaton.
They are in town yes. I haven't seen them." "Then you don't know how they're getting on that pretty creature, with her cleverness, and poor Mrs. Leighton? I was afraid they were venturing on a rash experiment. Do you know where they are?" "In West Eleventh Street somewhere. Miss Leighton is in Mr. Wetmore's class." "I must look them up. Do you know their number?" "Not at the moment.
"Ah!" said Wetmore, stirring his tea, "has Beaton got a natural-gas man?" "My natural-gas man," said Beaton, ignoring Wetmore's question, "doesn't know how to live in his palace yet, and I doubt if he has any caste feeling. I fancy his family believe themselves victims of it. They say one of the young ladies does that she never saw such an unsociable place as New York; nobody calls."
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