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Whistler's view that the artist was sporadic, a happy chance, a "sport," in fact, was a new view, and Oscar had not yet reached this level; he reviewed the master in the Pall Mall Gazette, a review remarkable for one of the earliest gleams of that genial humour which later became his most characteristic gift: "Whistler," he said, "is indeed one of the very greatest masters of painting in my opinion.
He allowed his mate to catch the line and draw the Sue Bridger in to the float alone. They stepped aboard, and Al made a grab for the basket handle with his greasy hands. "Let's see the pups," he demanded suspiciously. "Have a care! Have a care!" cried Whistler as the two struggled for possession of the basket. "What is in it, Ikey?" "Oi, oi! Oi, oi!" moaned Ikey.
The whistling continued with occasional interruptions as though the whistler were about some work or other. And then suddenly "Buzzer" Barling, holding something in one hand and rubbing violently with the other, stepped into the patch of light between the window and the bed in Desmond's bedroom. Desmond's heart leaped within him. Here was assistance close at hand.
"I am so sorry, Mr. Whistler," apologized the scribe. "Whistler, sir? Whistler? That's not my name!" he cried, in a highly wrought voice. "I beg your pardon?" "That is not my name. I say, you don't seem to know your own language. W-h is pronounced Wh-h-h Wh-h-histler. Bah!" Max Beerbohm, the caricaturist, was rather clumsy with the Gallic tongue.
A deputation of engineers who had been in their early years associated with him attended the simple service which was held over his grave, and all felt as they turned away that they had bid farewell to such a man as the world has not often seen. In person Major Whistler was of medium size and well made. His face showed the finest type of manly beauty, combined with a delicacy almost feminine.
"They are ghost-ridden, as sure as you're born, Whistler," Torry declared. "Somebody has heard that clock ticking again. It doesn't seem to be at work all the time. Just now and then. 'The death watch' they call it." "Stop it!" ordered Whistler. "The less said the soonest mended about such things aboard ship. We boys don't believe such foolishness, do we?"
Now run, my little man, and get out of his way," continued the stranger, turning to Whistler, and still holding Oscar by the collar. Whistler hesitated for a moment between the contending impulses of obedience and manliness; and then, drawing himself up to his full stature, he said, with a respectful but decided air: "No, sir, I have n't injured him, and I won't run away from him."
The colloquies with the class were spirited, sarcastic, interesting. Here is a characteristic one: Question: "Do you know what I mean when I say tone, value, light, shade, quality, movement, construction, etc.?" Chorus: "Oh, yes, Mr. Whistler!" Mr. Whistler: "I'm glad, for it's more than I do myself!"
In the "Ridley" action the honesty of the opinion was admitted, and the question arose whether the opinion was fair in form. In the famous Whistler v. Ruskin cause there was no doubt about the critic's honesty fancy doubting Ruskin's honesty!
"Yes, that's the one. That's Whistler, the American, who thinks he's the greatest painter on earth." Walking up to the pair, Whistler held out his hand and said gravely to the last speaker: "Sir, I beg your acceptance of these ten centimes. Go buy yourself a little hay!" Sitting for a portrait was an ordeal. Many were quite upset after a siege in the studio.
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