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At that time I had not seen the work of the great poet-painter of modern times whom Wilderspin called 'the Master, and by whom he had been unconsciously inspired. 'Most beautiful! my mother ejaculated, as we three lingered before the predella. 'Do look at the filmy texture of the veil. 'Looks more like steam than a white veil, don't you know? said Sleaford.
'He knows that ever since I was a boy in jackets I have despised the man who, in a world where all is so comic, could select any particular point of the farce for his empty guffaw. But I am conquered at last. Let me introduce you, Wilderspin, to my kinsman, Henry Aylwin of Raxton Hall, alias Lord Henry Lovell of Little Egypt one of Duke Panuel's interesting twinses.
'My friend, said Wilderspin, 'I was at that moment repeating to myself certain wise and pregnant words quoted from an Oriental book by the great Philip Aylwin words which tell us that he is too bold who dares say what he will believe, what disbelieve, not knowing in any wise the mind of God not knowing in any wise his own heart and what it shall one day suffer.
'A picture of his called "Ruth and Boaz," interposed Cyril. 'Wilderspin is repainting the face from that favourite model of his of whom you heard so much in Wales. But the fact is the model is rather out of sorts at this moment, and Wilderspin is fearful that she may not turn up to-day. Hence the melancholy you see on his face.
'You cannot. I will tell you soon, and I have much to tell you, said Wilderspin, looking uneasily round at my mother, who did not seem inclined to leave us. 'I will tell you all about her when when you are sufficiently calm. 'Tell me now, I said. 'Gad! this is a strange affair, don't you know? It would puzzle Cyril Aylwin himself, said Sleaford. 'What the dooce does it all mean?
The author of Aylwin would have been much amused had he seen, as I did, in an American magazine the statement that 'Wilderspin' was identified with William Morris a man who was as much the opposite of the visionary painter as a man can be. At that time this fine old seventeenth-century manor house was in the joint occupancy of Rossetti and Morris.
'The very airth under your feet seems to be a-sinkin' away, and the sweet sunshine itself seems as if it all belonged to the Gorgios, when you're a-follerin' the patrin with the emp'y belly. 'I thank God, continued Wilderspin, 'that I once wanted food. 'More nor I do, muttered old Mrs.
And I sez to 'im, "In course she ain't, for she takes arter her father's family, pore gal, and werry sorry she is for it." At this moment a servant entered and said Mr. Wilderspin was waiting in the hall. All hope having now fled of my getting a private word with Cyril that afternoon, I was preparing to slip I away; but he would not let me go.
Soon I was conscious that my mother, Sleaford, and Wilderspin were standing by my side, that Wilderspin's hand was laid on my arm, and that I was pointing at the predella pointing and muttering, 'She lives! She is saved. My mother led me into the other studio, and I stood before the great picture.
I conclude with moving a vote of thanks to Mr. Wilderspin." Lord Chief Justice Clerk. "Sir John Sinclair, rose, and in addressing Mr. Wilderspin, said, that he was astonished with the results of five weeks training in these perfect infants. He had never seen a greater prodigy.
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