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Bessie Duncombe expressed a bold practical determination to get one fragment, at least, of the work done, since she knew Pettitt, the hair-dresser, was public-spirited enough to allow her to carry out her ideas on his property, and Cecil, with her ample allowance, as yet uncalled for, in the abundance of her trousseau, promised to supply what the hair-dresser could not advance, as a tangible proof of her sincerity.
Whilst he painted I watched; whilst I painted he did not look over me, but went on with his own work. He was always ready to answer any question and to help me over any difficulty. In this way he soon initiated me into the processes of oil-painting so far as I required any initiation, for most of them were familiar to me already. Unfortunately, Pettitt had no conception of art.
All this was a perfectly gratuitous expenditure of time and health that could not possibly lead to any advantage whatever. Pettitt was a very kind and attentive teacher, and his method was this: He would begin a picture in my presence, give me two white canvases exactly the same size, and then tell me to copy his hour's work twice over.
Pettitt went on very regularly all this time, and I made great apparent progress, although, as will be seen later, it was not progress in the right direction. One little incident may be mentioned in proof that I could at least imitate closely.
The name of my ... admirer ... is, after all, Pettitt. The other nurse in the Mess, who is very grand and insists on pronouncing his name in the French way, says he is "of humble origin." He seems to have no relations and no visitors. Out in the corridor I meditate on love. Laying trays soothes the activity of the body, and the mind works softly. I meditate on love. I say to myself that Mr.
Turf kicked in the stable as well as out of it, and hit a groom on the forehead a few days later. The man would probably have been killed without the leather of his cap. Finding an artist at Keswick, Mr. J. P. Pettitt, I asked his advice and became his pupil for a few days. I climbed Skiddaw during the night with one of Mr. Pettitt's sons, who was a geologist and a landscape-painter also.
Duncombe, as, standing on the steps of the town-hall, she surveyed the four tenements at the corner of the alley. "Not a man would stir in the business except Pettitt, who left it all to me." "Taking example by the Professor," said Lady Tyrrell. "It is strange," said Miss Slater, "how much illness there has been ever since the people went into those houses. They are in my district, you know."
Derwentwater. I take lessons from Mr. J. P. Pettitt. Ulleswater. My horse Turf. Greenock, a discovery. My unsettled cousin. Glasgow. Loch Lomond. Inverary. Loch Awe. Inishail. Innistrynich. Oban. A sailing excursion. Mull and Ulva. Solitary reading. The question of a profession now required an immediate decision.
Vassall offered to go round to the hotel and interview Mr. Pettitt. "'I was beginning to get anxious myself, he said, 'but did not quite like to say so. I have been in over half an hour, hoping every moment that you would come in, and that perhaps you could give me some reassuring news. I thought that perhaps you had met Mr. Schwarz, and were coming back together. "However, Mr.
"And didn't that American, Pettitt, play here?" inquired John. "He won the World's Championship in England, you know. Yes, I thought it was here, though the word Hampton Court never meant much to me before to-day." There is still the remarkable Hampton Court Vine, the fame of which has spread so far. The vine fills a whole greenhouse, and one of its branches is a hundred and fourteen feet long.
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