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Updated: July 6, 2025
However, Hughie wouldn't stop, but walked home, feeling very unhappy, and leaving Alan Trevor in fits of laughter. The next morning, as he was at breakfast, the servant brought him up a card on which was written, 'Monsieur Gustave Naudin, de la part de M. le Baron Hausberg. 'I suppose he has come for an apology, said Hughie to himself; and he told the servant to show the visitor up.
La fantaisie d'un millionnaire! And I must say he made a magnificent figure in his rags, or perhaps I should say in my rags; they are an old suit I got in Spain. 'Baron Hausberg! cried Hughie. 'Good heavens! I gave him a sovereign! and he sank into an armchair the picture of dismay. 'Gave him a sovereign! shouted Trevor, and he burst into a roar of laughter.
I can understand your kissing a pretty model, but your giving a sovereign to an ugly one by Jove, no! Besides, the fact is that I really was not at home to-day to any one; and when you came in I didn't know whether Hausberg would like his name mentioned. You know he wasn't in full dress. 'What a duffer he must think me! said Hughie. 'Not at all.
An old gentleman with gold spectacles and grey hair came into the room, and said, in a slight French accent, 'Have I the honour of addressing Monsieur Erskine? Hughie bowed. 'I have come from Baron Hausberg, he continued. 'The Baron 'I beg, sir, that you will offer him my sincerest apologies, stammered Hughie.
He has a house in every capital, dines off gold plate, and can prevent Russia going to war when he chooses. 'What on earth do you mean? exclaimed Hughie. 'What I say, said Trevor. 'The old man you saw to-day in the studio was Baron Hausberg. He is a great friend of mine, buys all my pictures and that sort of thing, and gave me a commission a month ago to paint him as a beggar. Que voulez-vous?
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