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It may be that I have up there," he added, letting a smile of satisfaction flicker on his lip, "Nature herself. At times I am half afraid that a brush may wake this woman, and that she will disappear from sight." He rose suddenly, as if to depart at once. "Wait," exclaimed Porbus. "I have come in time to spare you the costs and fatigues of such a journey." "How so?" asked Frenhofer, surprised.
The two painters drew back, leaving the old man absorbed in ecstasy, and tried to see if the light, falling plumb upon the canvas at which he pointed, had neutralized all effects. They examined the picture, moving from right to left, standing directly before it, bending, swaying, rising by turns. "Yes, yes; it is really a canvas," cried Frenhofer, mistaking the purpose of their examination.
"Tell me again," Hunterleys asked, "at what hour is it to be off the Villa Mimosa?" "At ten o'clock," Frenhofer replied. "A pinnace is to be at the landing-stage of the villa at that time. Mr. Grex, Monsieur Douaille, Herr Selingman, and Mr. Draconmeyer will come on board." "Very good! Now go on your errand to the man Schwann.
"But sooner or later, he will perceive that there is nothing there," cried Poussin. "Nothing there! upon my canvas?" said Frenhofer, looking first at the two painters, and then at his imaginary picture. "What have you done?" cried Porbus, addressing Poussin. The old man seized the arm of the young man violently, and said to him, "You see nothing? clown, infidel, scoundrel, dolt!
"Yes, my dear Porbus," said Frenhofer, speaking half in reverie, "I have never yet beheld a perfect woman; a body whose outlines were faultless and whose flesh-tints Ah! where lives she?" he cried, interrupting his own words; "where lives the lost Venus of the ancients, so long sought for, whose scattered beauty we snatch by glimpses?
It is not within our scope to go back as far as Balzac, whose Frenhofer in The Unknown Masterpiece has been a model for the younger man. Poe, Hawthorne, Wilde, and Robert Louis Stevenson have dealt with the theme pictorial. It was a favourite of his.
You had better meet me here later in the afternoon say at four o'clock and let me know that all is in order. I will bring you some particulars about my friend's boat, so that you will know how to answer any questions your master may put to you." "It is admirable," Frenhofer repeated enthusiastically. "Monsieur had better, perhaps, precede me."
Within the course of an hour I shall transfer ten thousand francs to the account of François Frenhofer at the English Bank here." The eyes of the man seemed suddenly like pinpricks of fire. "Monsieur is a prince," he murmured. "And now for the further details. If monsieur would run the risk, I would suggest that he accompanies me to the office of this man Schwann."
"Maitre Frenhofer," said Porbus, "could you order up a little of your good Rhine wine for me?" "Two casks," answered the host; "one to pay for the pleasure of looking at your pretty sinner this morning, and the other as a mark of friendship."
"He can believe what he likes," Hunterleys replied, "so long as he keeps his mouth shut." The brandy was brought and three glasses. Frenhofer promptly took the hint and, filling one to the brim, held it out to the landlord. "You will drink our health, Père Hanaut my health and the health of monsieur here, and the health of the fair Annette.
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