Part 72 (1/2)

”With the old love?”--and the visitor looked hard at the picture.

”Before you're on with the new!” Nick had no sooner uttered these words than he coloured: it occurred to him his friend would probably infer an allusion to Julia. He therefore added quickly: ”It isn't so easy to cease to represent an affectionate const.i.tuency. Really most of my time for a fortnight has been given to letter-writing. They've all been unexpectedly charming. I should have thought they'd have loathed and despised me. But not a bit of it; they cling to me fondly--they struggle with me tenderly. I've been down to talk with them about it, and we've pa.s.sed the most sociable, delightful hours. I've designated my successor; I've felt a good deal like the Emperor Charles the Fifth when about to retire to the monastery of Yuste. The more I've seen of them in this way the more I've liked them, and they declare it has been the same with themselves about me. We spend our time a.s.suring each other we hadn't begun to know each other till now. In short it's all wonderfully jolly, but it isn't business. _C'est magnifique, mais ce n'est pas la guerre_.”

”They're not so charming as they might be if they don't offer to keep you and let you paint.”

”They do, almost--it's fantastic,” said Nick. ”Remember they haven't yet seen a daub of my brush.”

”Well, I'm sorry for you; we live in too enlightened an age,” Peter returned. ”You can't suffer for art--that grand romance is over. Your experience is interesting; it seems to show that at the tremendous pitch of civilisation we've reached you can't suffer from anything but hunger.”

”I shall doubtless,” Nick allowed, ”do that enough to make up for the rest.”

”Never, never, when you paint so well as this.”

”Oh come, you're too good to be true,” Nick said. ”But where did you learn that one's larder's full in proportion as one's work's fine?”

Peter waived this curious point--he only continued to look at the picture; after which he roundly brought out: ”I'll give you your price for it on the spot.”

”Ah you're so magnanimous that you shall have it for nothing!” And Nick, touched to grat.i.tude, pa.s.sed his arm into his visitor's.

Peter had a pause. ”Why do you call me magnanimous?”

”Oh bless my soul, it's hers--I forgot!” laughed Nick, failing in his turn to answer the other's inquiry. ”But you shall have another.”

”Another? Are you going to do another?”

”This very morning. That is, I shall begin it. I've heard from her; she's coming to sit--a short time hence.”

Peter turned away a little at this, releasing himself, and, as if the movement had been an effect of his host's words, looked at his watch earnestly to dissipate that appearance. He fell back to consider the work from further off. ”The more you do her the better--she has all the qualities of a great model. From that point of view it's a pity she has another trade: she might make so good a thing of this one. But how shall you do her again?” he asked ingenuously.

”Oh I can scarcely say; we'll arrange something; we'll talk it over.

It's extraordinary how well she enters into what one wants: she knows more than one does one's self. She isn't, as you Frenchmen say, the first comer. However, you know all about that, since you invented her, didn't you? That's what she says; she's awfully sweet on you,” Nick kindly pursued. ”What I ought to do is to try something as different as possible from that thing; not the sibyl, the muse, the tremendous creature, but the charming woman, the person one knows, differently arranged as she appears _en ville_, she calls it. I'll do something really serious and send it to you out there with my respects. It will remind you of home and perhaps a little even of me. If she knows it's for you she'll throw herself into it in the right spirit. Leave it to us, my dear fellow; we'll turn out something splendid.”

”It's jolly to hear you, but I shall send you a cheque,” said Peter very stoutly.

”I suppose it's all right in your position, but you're too proud,” his kinsman answered.

”What do you mean by my position?”

”Your exaltation, your high connexion with the country, your treating with sovereign powers as the representative of a sovereign power. Isn't that what they call 'em?”

Peter, who had turned round again, listened to this with his eyes fixed on Nick's face while he once more drew forth his watch. ”Brute!” he exclaimed familiarly, at the same time dropping his eyes on the watch.

”When did you say you expect your sitter?”

”Oh we've plenty of time; don't be afraid of letting me see you agitated by her presence.”

”Brute!” Peter again e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed.

This friendly personal note cleared the air, made their communication closer. ”Stay with me and talk to me,” said Nick; ”I daresay it's good for me. It may be the last time I shall see you without having before anything else to koo-too.”

”Beast!” his kinsman once more, and a little helplessly, threw off; though next going on: ”Haven't you something more to show me then--some other fruit of your genius?”