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Mrs. I needn't go here more than is essential into the question of Mrs. Munden, who would really, by the way, be a story in herself. She has a manner of her own of putting things, and some of those she has put to me ! Her implication was that Lady Beldonald hadn't only seen and admired certain examples of my work, but had literally been prepossessed in favour of the painter's "personality."
They had been much together early in life and Lady Beldonald was immensely fond of her would in fact have tried to get hold of her before hadn't Mrs. Brash been always in bondage to family duties, to the variety of her tribulations.
But she was also the first, I must add, to see what would really happen though this she put before me only a week or two later. "It will kill her, my dear that's what it will do!" She meant neither more nor less than that it would kill Lady Beldonald if I were to paint Mrs. Brash; for at this lurid light had we arrived in so short a space of time.
"But suppose," I threw out, "she should give on my nerves?" "Oh she will. But isn't that all in the day's work, and don't great beauties always ?" "You don't," I interrupted; but I at any rate saw Lady Beldonald later on the day came when her kinswoman brought her, and then I saw how her life must have its centre in her own idea of her appearance.
She couldn't even tell the truth, which was that I certainly would have done so if Lady Beldonald hadn't; and she never could mention the subject at all before that personage. I can only describe the affair, naturally, from the outside, and heaven forbid indeed that I should try too closely to, reconstruct the possible strange intercourse of these good friends at home.
Brash's possible prevision of the chatter she might create. I had my own sense of that this provision had been nil; the question was of her consciousness of the office for which Lady Beldonald had counted on her and for which we were so promptly proceeding to spoil her altogether. "Oh I think she arrived with a goodish notion," Mrs.
But it adds to the joy of the few who do see that they have it so much to themselves. Where in the world can she have lived? You must tell me all about that or rather, if she'll be so good, she must." "You mean then to speak to her ?" I wondered as she pulled up again. "Of her beauty?" "Her beauty!" cried Lady Beldonald so loud that two or three persons looked round.
It was for me to decide whether my aesthetic need of giving life to my idea was such as to justify me in destroying it in a woman after all in most eyes so beautiful. The situation was indeed sufficiently queer; for it remained to be seen what I should positively gain by giving up Mrs. Brash. I appeared to have in any case lost Lady Beldonald, now too "upset" it was always Mrs.
Munden that she would in fact "gurgle" no more. All this had been for Lady Beldonald an agitation so great that access to her apartment was denied for a time even to her sister-in-law.
I looked about and saw one of my guests attach a pair of fine eyes to Outreau very much as if she knew he must be talking of her. "Oh Lady Beldonald! Yes, she's handsome; but the great point about her is that she has been 'put up' to keep, and that she wouldn't be flattered if she knew you spoke of her as old.
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