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The company appeared willing to give consideration to the words of a man who knew such things as that, and hung forward to listen. But Ladywell stopped the whole current of affairs in that direction by saying 'O no; I was speaking rather of the matter and tone. In fact, the Seven Days' Review said they were Anacreontic, you know; and so they are any one may feel they are.
You follow me, I follow Ethelberta, and she follows Heaven knows who! 'Mr. Ladywell! said the mortified Picotee. 'Good God, if I didn't think so! said Christopher, feeling to the soles of his feet like a man in a legitimate drama. 'No, no, no! said the frightened girl hastily. 'I am not sure it is Mr. Ladywell. That's altogether a mistake of mine!
'It is never hung? said he, feeling that they were at one as to a topic at last. 'Yes. And the subject is an Elizabethan knight parting from a lady of the same period the words explaining the picture being "Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate." The lady is Ethelberta, to the shade of a hair her living face; and the knight is 'Not Ladywell?
'I am here at present making sketches for my next subject a winter sea. Otherwise I should not have happened to be in the church. 'You are acquainted with Mrs. Petherwin I think you are Mr. Ladywell, who painted her portrait last season? 'Yes, said Ladywell, colouring. 'You may have heard her speak of Mr. Julian? 'O yes, said Ladywell, offering his hand.
When nearly every one had left the doors, she turned back disappointed. Ethelberta had been fancying that her alienated lover Christopher was in the back rows to-night, but, as far as could now be observed, the hopeful supposition was a false one. When she got round to the back again, a man came forward. It was Ladywell, whom she had spoken to already that evening.
Neigh then sat down, and for a minute or two nothing was to be heard but the scratching of a pair of pens, ending on the one side with a more boisterous scratch, as the writer shaped 'Eustace Ladywell, and on the other with slow firmness in the characters 'Alfred Neigh. 'There's for you, my fair one, said Neigh, closing and directing his letter. 'Yours is for Mrs. Petherwin?
'Because she would prefer Mr. Neigh to him, any day. 'Ha! 'No, no you mistake, sir she doesn't love either at all Ethelberta doesn't. I meant that she cannot love Mr. Ladywell because he stands lower in her opinion than Mr. Neigh, and him she certainly does not care for. She only loves you.
But Ladywell was blind as Bartimeus in that direction, so well had indifference to Ethelberta's charms been feigned by Neigh until he thought seriously of marrying her. Yet, unfortunately for the interests of calmness, Ladywell was less blind with his outward eye.
Ladywell had sent her a letter about getting his picture of herself engraved for an illustrated paper, and she had not replied, considering that she had nothing to do with the matter, her form and feature having been given in the painting as no portrait at all, but as those of an ideal.
'You judge me very wrongly, said Ethelberta, in answer to Christopher's hasty look of resentment. 'In supposing Mr. Ladywell to be a great friend of yours? said Christopher, who had in some indescribable way suddenly assumed a right to Ethelberta as his old property. 'Yes: for I hardly know him, and certainly do not value him.
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