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He's doing the groups for the new opera for us." Quair, watching Graylock, was seized with a malicious impulse: "Neat little skirt he has up there that White girl," he remarked, seating himself on Graylock's polished table. A dull flush stained Graylock's cheekbones, and his keen eyes turned on Quair.
He and Drene consulted over these for a while, semi-conscious of Quair's bantering voice and the girl's easily provoked laughter behind them. And, finally: "All right, Guilder," said Drene briefly. And the firm of celebrated architects prepared to evacuate the studio Quair exhibiting symptoms of incipient skylarking, in which he was said to be at his best.
* Quair, an old term for book. I have been particularly interested by those parts of the poem which breathe his immediate thoughts concerning his situation, or which are connected with the apartment in the Tower. They have thus a personal and local charm, and are given with such circumstantial truth as to make the reader present with the captive in his prison and the companion of his meditations.
I heard the cushie croon Thro' the gowden afternoon, And the Quair burn singing doon to the vale o' Tweed." There is in the country of Scott no pleasanter walk than that which Dr. Brown took in the summer afternoon.
From the King's Quair and the poems of Henryson, Dunbar, and Gawain Douglas, select passages that show first-hand intimacy with nature. Compare these with lines from any poet whose knowledge of nature seems to you to be acquired from books. Ballads. Ward. I., passim, contains among others three excellent ballads, Sir Patrick Spens, The Twa Corbies, Robin Hood Rescuing the Widow's Three Sons.
"Our kind, you mean?" inquired Quair, with a malice so buried under flippancy that the deliberate effrontery passed for it with Graylock. Which amused Quair for a moment, but the satisfaction was not sufficient. He desired that Graylock should feel the gaff.
They were angry men, the Peeblesshire hill farmers, that summer of 1762, angry and sore puzzled, for up Manor Water and the Leithen, by Glensax Burn and the Quair, and over the hills into Selkirkshire, the tale was ever the same, sheep gone, and never a trace of them to be found.
She was much in demand among painters, and had posed many times for pictures of the Virgin, her hands usually resting against her breast. Now she bestowed great care upon them, thoroughly drying each separate, slender finger. Then she pushed back the heavy masses of her hair "a miracle of silk and sunshine," as Quair had whispered to her. That same hair, also, was very popular among painters.
The King's Quair is written in verses of seven lines. Chaucer used this kind of verse, but because King James used it too, and used it so well, it came to be called the Rhyme Royal. King James's story had a happy ending. A story with a happy ending must end of course with a wedding, and so did this one. The King of England, now Henry VI, was only a child.
But the next day found him at work; models of various types, ages, and degrees of stupidity came, posed, were paid, and departed; his studies for the groups in collaboration with Guilder and Quair were approaching the intensely interesting period that stage of completion where composition has been determined upon and the excitement of developing the construction and the technical charm of modeling begins.
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