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The Kaffirs had been searched and had returned to their kraal. Pipes were being lit after the evening meal, and a picturesque assembly was grouping itself in an expectant semicircle on the sun-baked turf in front of Miss Musgrave's dwelling. She was usually outside to welcome the first comers, and her absence naturally formed the staple topic of conversation.
"I have not seen her either," said Quarles; "but I was at the Academy yesterday, and saw Musgrave's portrait of her. Go and see it, Wigan. I consider Musgrave the greatest portrait painter we have, or ever have had, perhaps. His opinion of the dancer might be useful. Judging from his canvases he must have a strange insight into character."
I will not wink at it any longer, indeed I will not; nobody could expect it of me. I will not be taken in by that transparent fallacy of old friends! Nobody but me is. They all see it; Algy, Musgrave, all of them. At the thought of the victory written in Musgrave's eyes just now at the recollection of the devilish irony of his wish, as we parted in Brindley Wood
Even Lady Bassett could not cavil when her charge spoke of going to nursery tea at Mrs. Musgrave's. She made no attempt to check the ripening friendship, though Muriel was subtly aware that she did not approve of it. She also went every morning for a headlong gallop with Nick who, in fact, would take no refusal in the matter.
Virginia had been nurse in turn to all the children of Rudolph Musgrave's parents; and to the end of her life she appeared to regard the emancipation of the South's negroes as an irrelevant vagary of certain "low-down" and probably "ornery" Yankees as an, in short, quite eminently "tacky" proceeding which very certainly in no way affected her vested right to tyrannize over the Musgrave household.
She was right, and there was evidently something wrong somewhere. The difference between Musgrave's picture and Forbes's marble was tremendous, and yet they were unmistakably the same woman. Where the essential likeness was I cannot say, nor can I explain where the difference lay, but the marble was charming, while the painting was horrible. "Rather a surprise, eh, Wigan?" said the professor.
"I entirely agree," said Musgrave; "the only ultimate basis of all criticism is, 'I like it because I like it' and the connoisseurs of any age are merely the people who have the faculty of agreeing, I won't say with the majority, but with the majority of competent critics." "No, no," said Herries, raising his mournful eyes to Musgrave's face, "don't talk like that! You take my faith away from me.
"Permit me to point out I firmly believe that silence is the perfectest herald of joy," observed Colonel Musgrave. "Only I do not understand why you should have dragged John Charteris's name into this ludicrous affair " "You really do not understand ?" But Colonel Musgrave's handsome face declared very plainly that he did not. "Well," Mrs.
"I am talking quite like a book," she said. "Really, I had no idea I was so clever. But I have thought of this before, Rudolph, and been sorry for those poor women who who haven't found the right sort of man to care for." "Yes." Musgrave's face was alert. "You have been luckier than most, Anne," he said. "Lucky!" she cried, and that queer little thrill of happiness woke again in her rich voice.
"We will go and have another look at the bust, and I think on the way home we might drop in and have another look at Musgrave's picture." "That portrait bothers me," I said. "One might suppose it was the key to the mystery." "I am not sure that it isn't," Quarles answered. Further acquaintance with the Academy picture had rather a curious effect upon me.
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