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Updated: May 4, 2025
"We must each take our turn, and at any rate she's a wonderful thing, so that if you'll let her go to Paris Outreau promises her there " "There?" my companion gasped. "A career bigger still than among us, as he considers we haven't half their eye. He guarantees her a succes fou." She couldn't get over it. "Louisa Brash? In Paris?"
"The difficulty is that she's not a model, hang it that she's too good for one, that she's the very thing herself. When Outreau and I have each had our go, that will be all; there'll be nothing left for any one else. Therefore it behoves us quite to understand that our attitude's a responsibility. If we can't do for her positively more than Nina does " "We must let her alone?"
This expression moreover was of the faintest was like the effect produced on a surface by an agitation both deep within and as yet much confused. "Have you told her so?" she then quickly asked, as if to soften the sound of her surprise. "Dear no, I've but just noticed her Outreau, a moment ago put me on her. But we're both so taken, and he also wants " "To paint her?"
I looked about and saw one of my guests attach a pair of fine eyes to Outreau very much as if she knew he must be talking of her. "Oh Lady Beldonald! Yes, she's handsome; but the great point about her is that she has been 'put up' to keep, and that she wouldn't be flattered if she knew you spoke of her as old.
Munden that our friend, now all ready to begin, but wanting first just to see the things I had most recently done, should come once more, as a final preliminary, to my studio. A good foreign friend of mine, a French painter, Paul Outreau, was at the moment in London, and I had proposed, as he was much interested in types, to get together for his amusement a small afternoon party.
That's the way I saw you yourself, my lady, if I may say so; that's the way, with a long pin straight through your body, I've got you. And just so I've got her!" All this, for reasons, had brought my guest to her feet; but her eyes had while we talked never once followed the direction of mine. "You call her a Holbein?" "Outreau did, and I of course immediately recognised it. Don't you?
"All the same," Outreau went on, equally held, "c'est une tete a faire. If I were only staying long enough for a crack at her! But I tell you what" and he seized my arm "bring her over!" "Over?" "To Paris. She'd have a succes fou."
A box of sardines is 'old' only after it has been opened, Lady Beldonald never has yet been but I'm going to do it." I joked, but I was somewhat disappointed. It was a type that, with his unerring sense for the banal, I shouldn't have expected Outreau to pick out. "You're going to paint her? But, my dear man, she is painted and as neither you nor I can do it. Ou est-elle donc?
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