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Classon and Colonel Vetchen wafted Virginia up the steps. Cuyp lingered to venture a heavy pleasantry or two which distorted his long nose into a series of white-ridged wrinkles, then he ambled away and disappeared within the abode of that divinity who shapes our ends, the manicure; and Hamil turned once more toward the gardens.
There are since then many new pictures, notably a sterling Chardin, marvellously painted, and an excellent landscape by Van Cuyp, both loans of Dr. Bredius. Otherwise this little collection is as choice and as entertaining as ever.
Ball at the Marine. May 6th, went to see Thiers on the last evening. May 7th, dined with Mon, the Spanish ambassador. Home on the 8th. May 11th. Some of the Novar pictures were sold. I bought my Cuyp, small Claude, P. Veronese, Watts, Rubens' drawing, Palma Vecchio, and some small ones. I went there again in July. From Lord Kingsdown Torry Hill, June 26th.
They were all most affable Van Tassel Cuyp with the automatic nervous snicker that deepened the furrows from nostril to mouth, a tall stoop-shouldered man of scant forty with the high colour, long, nervous nose, and dull eye of Dutch descent; and Colonel Augustus Magnelius Pietrus Vetchen, scion of an illustrious line whose ancestors had been colonial governors and judges before the British flag floated from the New Amsterdam fort.
"Great heavens," he faltered, "it looks like a Dutch ancestor of Cuyp's!" Cuyp, intensely annoyed, glanced at his watch. "Where the mischief did Miss Suydam and Malcourt go?" he asked Wayward. "I say, Miss Palliser, you don't want to wait here any longer, do you?" "They're somewhere in the labyrinth," said Wayward. "Their chair went that way, didn't it, boy?"
"You are absolutely certain?" "Mr. Cuyp said so." Malcourt slowly rolled a cigarette and held it, unlighted, in his nervous fingers. Young Mrs. Malcourt watched him, but her mind was on other things. Presently he rose, and she looked up as though startled painfully from her abstraction. "You ought to turn in," he said quietly. "Good night." "Good night."
Look at Courtlandt Classon, intellectually destitute! Cuyp, a mental brother to the ox; and Vetchen to the ass; and Mrs. Van Dieman to somebody's maidservant that old harridan with all the patrician distinction of a Dame des Halles " "Please, Louis!" "Dear, I am right.
A few minutes later Hamil found Shiela Cardross surrounded by her inevitable entourage a jolly, animated circle hemming her in with Malcourt at her left and Van Tassel Cuyp on her right; and he halted on the circle's edge to look and listen, glancing askance at Malcourt with a curiosity unaccustomed.
Albert Cuyp was there, who, developing the latent gold in Rembrandt, had brought into his native Dordrecht a heavy wealth of sunshine, as exotic as those flowers or the eastern carpets on the Burgomaster's tables, with Hooch, the indoor Cuyp, and Willem van de Velde, who painted those shore-pieces with gay ships of war, such as he loved, for his patron's cabinet.
No guilty man escapes; even Courtlandt Classon is meditating treachery to me, and Mr. Cuyp has long been wavering and Gussie Vetchen too! the wretch!... We poor women try hard to like her but, Garry, is it human to love such a girl?" "It's divine, Constance, so you'll like her." "Oh, yes; thank you.
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