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Torpenhow from time to time had added rhymed descriptions, and the whole was a curious piece of art, because Dick decided, having regard to the name of the book which being interpreted means 'naked, that it would be wrong to draw the Nilghai with any clothes on, under any circumstances.
'Now I shall have to work and starve! thought he, and was addressing himself to this new fate when a mysterious telegram arrived from Torpenhow in England, which said, 'Come back, quick; you have caught on. Come. A large smile overspread his face. 'So soon! that's a good hearing, said he to himself. 'There will be an orgy to-night. I'll stand or fall by my luck.
'Torp! Torp! where are you? For pity's sake, come to me! 'What's the matter? Dick clutched at his shoulder. 'Matter! I've been lying here for hours in the dark, and you never heard me. Torp, old man, don't go away. I'm all in the dark. In the dark, I tell you! Torpenhow held the candle within a foot of Dick's eyes, but there was no light in those eyes.
The Nilghai winced. He had not thought of this. 'As it is, I shall take this stuff and tear it small so! The manuscript fluttered in slips down the dark well of the staircase. 'Go home, Nilghai, said Dick; 'go home to your lonely little bed, and leave me in peace. I am about to turn in till to-morrow. 'Why, it isn't seven yet! said Torpenhow, with amazement.
'Did the woman inspire you much? said Torpenhow. 'She and the sea between them immensely. There was a heap of bad drawing in that picture. I remember I went out of my way to foreshorten for sheer delight of doing it, and I foreshortened damnably, but for all that it's the best thing I've ever done; and now I suppose the ship's broken up or gone down. Whew! What a time that was!
Torpenhow said nothing, and Dick began to whimper feebly, for joy at seeing Torpenhow again, for grief at misdeeds if indeed they were misdeeds that made Torpenhow remote and unsympathetic, and for childish vanity hurt, since Torpenhow had not given a word of praise to his wonderful picture.
Heldar, you won't forget that we were largely instrumental in bringing you before the public. He panted because of the seven flights of stairs. Dick glanced at Torpenhow, whose left eyelid lay for a moment dead on his cheek. 'I shan't forget, said Dick, every instinct of defence roused in him. 'You've paid me so well that I couldn't, you know.
'D'you remember that nigger you gouged in the square? Pity you didn't keep the odd eye. It would have been useful. Any letters for me? Give me all the ones in fat gray envelopes with a sort of crown thing outside. They're of no importance. Torpenhow gave him a letter with a black M. on the envelope flap. Dick put it into his pocket.
'Hullo! said Torpenhow, entering the studio after Dick had enjoyed two hours of thought. 'I'm back. Are you feeling any better? 'Torp, I don't know what to say. Come here. Dick coughed huskily, wondering, indeed, what he should say, and how to say it temperately. 'What's the need for saying anything? Get up and tramp. Torpenhow was perfectly satisfied.
He was quite sure that he had not in any way departed from virtue, and there were reasons, too, of which Torpenhow knew nothing. He would explain. He rose, tried to straighten his shoulders, and spoke to the face he could hardly see. 'You are right, he said. 'But I am right, too. After you went away I had some trouble with my eyes.
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