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'Well, so I do mean to buy it, said Lord Findon, closing his watch with a sigh of satisfaction. 'You should have told him so, papa, and advanced him some money. 'It is an excellent thing, my dear Eugénie, for a young man to be kept on tenterhooks. Otherwise they soon get above themselves. 'You have driven him into debt, papa. 'What on earth do you mean? 'I have been questioning Mr. Cuningham.
Cuningham pushed him a chair, and Watson offered him a cigarette, which he somewhat doubtfully accepted. His two hosts men of the educated middle-class divined at once that he was self-taught, and risen from the ranks. Both Cuningham and Watson were shabbily dressed; but it was an artistic and metropolitan shabbiness.
The 'notes, of which it was full, showed great brilliancy and facility, an accurate eye, and a very practised hand. They were the notes of a countryman artist newly come to London. The sights, and tones, and distances of London streets the human beings, the vehicles, the horses were all freshly seen, as though under a glamour. Cuningham examined them with care.
The artists nowadays neglected travel. 'But you go! Beg your way, paint your way but go! Go before the wife and the babies come! Matrimony is the deuce. Don't you agree with me, Philip? He laid a familiar hand on the artist's arm. 'Take care! said Cuningham, laughing. 'You don't know what I may have been up to this summer. Findon shrugged his shoulders. 'I know a wise man when I see him.
The man's an ass must be an ass! let him bray his bray! Why, you remember Perry? Marindin? On which there followed a rattling catalogue of matrimonial failures in the artist world, amusing enough perhaps a little cruel. Cuningham laughed. Watson, on whom Lord Findon's whole personality seemed to have an effect more irritating than agreeable, fidgeted with his brushes.
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She seemed a part of the fells; their silences, their breezes, their pure waters, had passed into her face. But it was the execution of the picture which perhaps specially arrested the attention of the men examining it. 'Eclectic stuff! said Watson to himself, presently, as he turned away 'seen with other men's eyes! But on Lord Findon and on Cuningham the effect was of another kind.
Fenwick explained, but with fresh annoyance. The papers had been full enough of this venture on which he was engaged; Cuningham's ignorance offended him. 'Ah, indeed very interesting, said Cuningham, vaguely. 'Well, good-bye. I must jump into a hansom. 'Where are you off to? 'The Goldsmiths' Company are building a new Hall, and they want my advice about its decoration.
He doesn't know, but he thinks Mr. Watson has been lending him money. 'Artists are always so good to one another, said Lord Findon, complacently. 'Nice fellow, Watson but quite mad. 'Papa, you are incorrigible. I tell you he has been in great straits. He has not been able to buy a winter overcoat, and Mr. Cuningham suspects he has often not had enough to eat.
Cuningham was immensely proud of them, and had been quite ready to show them to Fenwick also, fingering their fresh folds, enlarging on their beauties. And Fenwick had thought sorely of Phoebe as he watched Cuningham turn the pretty things over. When had he ever been able to give her any feminine gauds? Always this damned poverty, pressing them down! But now by Jove!
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