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'Why, he's such a rare model such an interesting subject. He has such an expressive face. It will teach me no end of things. 'Expressive of what? said Mrs. Capadose. 'Why, of his nature. 'And do you want to paint his nature? 'Of course I do. That's what a great portrait gives you, and I shall make the Colonel's a great one. It will put me up high.
Lyon had nothing to do but to look sympathetic and assent Colonel Capadose appeared to take so much sympathy and assent for granted. A neighbouring squire had had an accident; he had come a cropper in an awkward place just at the finish with consequences that looked grave. He had struck his head; he remained insensible, up to the last accounts: there had evidently been concussion of the brain.
All that her face said in that instant was, 'You see I'm as handsome as ever. To which he mentally subjoined, 'Yes, and as much good it does me! He asked the young man beside him if he knew who that beautiful being was the fifth person beyond him. The young man leaned forward, considered and then said, 'I think she's Mrs. Capadose.
He passed several doors with the name of the room painted upon them, but he found nothing else. He was tempted to try the last door to look into the room of evil fame; but he reflected that this would be indiscreet, since Colonel Capadose handled the brush as a raconteur with such freedom.
'Is it ruined? the Colonel inquired. He was as brightly true as his wife and he looked simply as if Lyon's question could not be serious. 'For the love of sitting to you? My dear fellow, if I had thought of it I would! 'Nor you either? the painter demanded of Mrs. Capadose. Before she had time to reply her husband had seized her arm, as if a highly suggestive idea had come to him.
He leaned forward; Lyon leaned forward to listen, and Colonel Capadose mentioned that he knew from personal experience that there was really no limit to the time one might lie unconscious without being any the worse for it. It had happened to him in Ireland, years before; he had been pitched out of a dogcart, had turned a sheer somersault and landed on his head.
I suppose you would say that she has married well. 'She told you? smiled Lyon's neighbour. 'Oh, of course I proposed to her too. But she evidently thinks so herself! he added. When the ladies left the table the host as usual bade the gentlemen draw together, so that Lyon found himself opposite to Colonel Capadose.
Capadose also knew: they were present together at the long intermissions he gave her, when she left her pose and roamed about the great studio, amusing herself with its curiosities, playing with the old draperies and costumes, having unlimited leave to handle. Then her mother and Mr. Lyon sat and talked; he laid aside his brushes and leaned back in his chair; he always gave her tea. What Mrs.
He has made me rather handsome. Mrs. Capadose had sprung up again; she had darted another glance at the painted betrayal. 'Handsome? Hideous, hideous! Not that never, never! 'Not what, in heaven's name? the Colonel almost shouted. Lyon could see his flushed, bewildered face. 'What he has made of you what you know! He knows he has seen. Every one will know every one will see.
The observation of these three days showed him that if Capadose was an abundant he was not a malignant liar and that his fine faculty exercised itself mainly on subjects of small direct importance. 'He is the liar platonic, he said to himself; 'he is disinterested, he doesn't operate with a hope of gain or with a desire to injure. It is art for art and he is prompted by the love of beauty.
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