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be true, dear Doctor, and no one profound impression, the Doctorcould help agreeing with you. well, the good gentleman's face Still, don't you think that love was shaded by his hand, and he may sometimes be the best teacher made no immediate reply; but it -the truest expounder? Might was likely enough that a profound not the success achieved in this impression had been made on him, in a picture of this kind, be due for all that. less to the skill of the artist than He remained undemonstrative to-you know the sentiment that so long, however, that Edward inspired him?"

began to grow restless. Not that The Doctor raised his eyebrows he had misgivings; his cause was and let them fall again; folded his too reasonable as well as too wellarms a trifle tighter than before, pleaded to allow of that ; but he and looking fuil at Edward, said did feel a slight disappointment in his softest tone

that the response had not come “I don't understand ...pus with greater spontaneity and gush.

Had Edward been older or wiser And to do the young man justice, than he was, he would have per- he had fair grounds for hope ; and ceived that the Doctor did under- but for one untoward circumstance, stand, but that he desired, not an which he could not be expected to explanation, but a disclaimer; and know of, all might have turned that he was pausing in that inter- out happily:

Insomuch as rogative manner in order to give knowledge of this circumstance him a chance to retract ere it was will throw some necessary light on too late. But Edward was neither what happened afterwards, be the old nor wise, and furthermore he reader informed that it was simply was in love. So, having made up this: the Doctor was himself in his mind beforehand that the love with Francesca. revelation should take place to- The Doctor had always been an day, he was blind to all sinister excellent man as the world goes ; omens, and with little further pre- but persons with a large amount face he blurted out the whole of uninvested intellect on hand story.

are not always trustworthy, It is unnecessary to give it at whether as regards themselves or length here. The burden of it others. And it was scarcely to was that Edward loved Fannie, be expected that he should make and Fannie, Edward ; and by way haste to enrich a rival at the exof eloquently impressing the fact pense both of his purse and his on the Doctor's mind, the unlucky heart; nor can he be blamed for youth so amplified, beflowered taking whatever advantage of a and bespangled it with rhetorical young and handsome rival omament, that redundancy could gentleman quite in the meridian no farther go.

Had his listener of life might find possible. Now, been thirsting all his life long to the Doctor held two trumps-his hear precisely this communication, wealth, and Edward's ignorance the prolixity of its delivery must of his rivalship. A romantic needs have bored him ; but he notion of self-sacrifice might, never had 80 thirsted. When, perhaps, have prompted him to therefore, Edward at last stopped forbear playing them; but he was the torrent of his words, and stood past the age of romantic notions, before his patron with flushed and to play his trumps he was cheeks, kindling eyes, and the resolved; the chief question in his conviction that he had made a mind was how best to do it.

with you.

He unfolded his arms, laid hold tible. The young man coloured, of the root of his nose between the and throw upon the other a quick eyes with his thumb and forefinger, questioning glance. The Doctor and brought them slowly down its nodded his head slowly. somewhat excessive length to the On two conditions," he retip. Then, looking up at Edward sumed after a pause, “both of with a mildly inscrutable ex- them simple and easy of fulfilment, pression, and speaking in a tone I will engage to assure your of musical gentleness, he said fortune. The first condition is Edward, I will be sincere this :-All pictures painted by you

You have surprised from this time forth, are to belong me even shaken menot a little.

to me.

The second condition is As for Francesca, a father's love this :-You are to paint nothing and care for her could hardly but copies of the picture now on equal my own; and I must allow your easel. Do you agree?” no partiality even for you to blind Edward grasped his benefactor's me to her highest good. Because hand fervently. “Oh! can it be I must be judicious and con- true ?—How good, how kind you scientious, do not think me selfish." are! how”

Oh no-no indeed! Edward was " There, there !” the Doctor inpoor—he knew that; but he terrupted, a peculiar covert smile trusted not always to be so. He accompanying the deprecating had hopes that in time

gesture that he made. “And now “ The practice of your art may as to terms. I propose to pay you enrich you ?” the Doctor inter- a thousand pounds for the first posed gently. "Yes: but, J ask completed copy of your picture; you, Edward, does genius always eleven hundred for the second mean wealth ? Does not the very twelve hundred for the third, and excellence of this picture of yours, so on, increasing at the rate of for example, militate against its one hundred pounds on each sucpopularity? Is it not a rule of cessive reproduction. life—The loftier, the more iso simple diligence, therefore, will it lated ?"

depend in how many years “But, dear Doctor, might not months you become rich." even a comparatively narrow circle “Oh, Doctor! you suffice to

angel! and Fannie“Well objected! Yes,-com- “But remember!" the Doctor mand the right audience, the fit added, rising from his chair and though few—and your fortune, lifting his finger emphatically; comparatively speaking, may still “ if you paint for any one but me; be secure. Nay, gain the hearty or if you produce anything else patronage of but a single admirer, than copies of this picture, all whose taste and whose means are money up to that time received is both of the first order,--and why forfeited. You understand ?” seek further? Do you take my "Perfectly, dearest Doctor. And meaning, Edward P*;*

when I'm rich I may marry Edward might perhaps have Fannie?" failed to do so, had not the Doctor The Doctor laid his hand on happened, at this juncture, to thrust Edward's shoulder, and looked his hands carelessly into his long and fixedly at him. At last trousers' pockets, eliciting thence he said a subdued clinking sound, the in- “When you feel no further ference from which was irresis- need or desire for money, Francesca

On your




is yours. But so long as you are the Doctor, looking at his watch conscious of requiring yet a single and moving towards the door. shilling to make up the sum of your “And my advice, Edward, is, take pecuniary ambition, you must not short views; don't commit yourself claim her."

to either one course or the other "I'm sure," exclaimed Edward too rashly. Paint your first copy ; impulsively, “that a thousand then, if it seems best to you to stop pounds will be all I want-more there, do so; if not, go on.

There than I want! And it won't take is no need of settling it all beforeme long to paint that one copy;

hand. Good-bye; I suppose you not more than a very few months, will want to be getting to work at most."

forthwith.” “A year is not such a very long Good-bye,” returned the artist, time, Edward,” remarked the rousing himself as from a reverie, Doctor, still with his eyes upon him, and sighing. “You are very kind " and you and Francesca are still -and very wise !" very young. Probably, by apply- As the Doctor descended the naring yourself diligently, you could row stairs to the street, the peculiar paint at least three copies in a smile which had dwelt upon his year. That would be three thou- features a while before, returned, sand three hundred pounds sterling. and was broader than before. Don't you think you could make I am sure of him,” he muryour wife more comfortable and mured to himself; "and as for my happy with such a sum than with little Francesca, she is a beautiful a single thousand ? Remember, -young--girl!”. she has always been accustomed Edward, when he found himself to luxury

alone, did not immediately fall to "Oh, but we love each other, work upon the first copy, but threw and love is better than money!” himself into a chair, lit a pipe, and interrupted the young man en- composed himself to reflect upon thusiastically.

his good fortune. But, somehow " It is to be just as you decide,” or other, he was not quite so cheerrejoined the Doctor musically. ful as he ought to have been ; not “Your future is in your own even so cheerful as before the Dochands. Love is better than money, tor's munificent offer was made. no doubt; though money may Whither had vanished that glow have its uses, even for love." and fervour for his art which he

Edward hesitated; the bright had felt an hour since ? Whence light in his eyes became a little came this vague sense of a desecraless bright, and the flush of en- tion committed somewhere ? A certhusiasm died away on his fore- tain throb of the heart, half fearAfter

a few moments' ful, half exultant, which, when reflection he spoke in a heavier looking forward to the battle of

life, it had been his wont to feel, "I suppose you are right, was absent now. But that could

a year is not so very long hardly be otherwise. His future to wait; and I daresay I could was already a thing of the past : get four copies done in that time, there it stood upon the easel-or by working hard. That would be jingled in the Doctor's pocket! four thousand six hundred pounds! The studio was a mint; he himself me,

what a lot of money! -a coiner. Artist, indeed ! Almost five thousand.”

But here Edward knocked the "Well, I must go now," said ashes irritably out of his pipe and





called himself a fool. What could A certain class of timid and be more absurd than for him to pettifogging moralists might, it is indulge himself with such morbid true, inquire whether, in the prononsense ? Was not love-Fannie cess of reconstructing other people's -the cause and end of all his souls, he did not risk the symmetry efforts ? What reason had he, in of his own ? and whether the the name of common sense, to be record of his curious researches discontented ? It was plain, as the might not one day come to be Doctor had pointed out, that only read

read upon his own philosophic the power to support Fannie could visage ? But the Doctor, it is confer upon him the right to possess needless to observe, would have her. Why be romantic and silly? been superior to such innuendoes; Life was not, now, what it used to although I will not go out of my be in the Golden Age; it was a way to prove that his conduct in serious, practical business, not a this matter was, from the moral rose-coloured vision. Money first point of view, altogether unexceptherefore, and afterwards–Fannie. tionable. But, on the other hand, Yes, that was the correct principle.

it must be admitted that many a Doubtless his friend and bene- man, in his position, would have factor, the Doctor, would have acted in a far less gentle and conbeen gratified could he have heard siderate manner.

Would it not his protégé enunciate it. The have been easy for him to have learned gentleman lay stretched sent Edward packing, without a out in his favourite easy-chair, shilling, and to have forbidden abstractedly stroking his long him ever to come near Francesca nose. His countenance had in a again? Instead of that, was he measure lost the grave philosophic not stuffing the young fellow's calm that ordinarily belonged to empty pockets with gold, with a it. Perhaps it was due to the prospect of connubial bliss to come extra glass of wine which he had on the top of that? Let hairthat day taken after dinner, but splitting moralists say what they his expression was astute, not to would, the Doctor was, from any say roguish. He was playing a rational and logical stand-point, very shrewd game, wherein his the most benevolent and liberal of penetrating insight and worldly wisdom were serving him well. Meanwhile the innocent and An interesting, absorbing game, lovely cause of these effects was too ; for what could be more pursuing her wonted occupations fascinating than to take a fresh of feeding her birds, watering her young soul, and, by dint of one's flowers, singing her songs, and knowledge of its elements and reading her books of fairy tales. tendencies, to mould it into some- But on the morning following her thing quite at variance with its guardian's visit to the studio, Creator's intention ? And how while she was sitting in the conadditionally agreeable, were the servatory under an orange tree, experiment fraught with desirable an orange in one hand and an consequences to one's self-with

orange blossom in the other, a nothing less than the successful letter was brought to her, the consummation of a sincere attach- fume of which brought to mind the ment! Therefore, thrice happy tobacco pipe

tobacco pipe of her dear Edward. Doctor! No wonder he smiled so The orange rolled unheeded to peculiarly, as he stroked his long the floor, the blossom dropped nose.

in her lap, and she snatched


perthe letter with a coo of pleasure. beloved and hitherto inexhaustible Of the depth and fervour of such legends seemed to lose their charm; love as hers, what further proof the book closed, and the pensive was needed ?

look returned to the reader's face. She began the letter with a And when, that afternoon, she smile ; but as she proceeded, the came into the Doctor's study to smile gradually died away, and her pour out his cup of tea for him, sweet eyebrows arched themselves her white forehead was corrugated, plaintively. Her tender blue eyes and the corners of her mouth opened themselves very wide at drooped in a pathetic manner. nothing, she put one taper finger The Doctor, however, appeared to her lips, and sighed.

not to notice her distraught con“Oh dear me!" she murmured, dition ; he did what was better; “what dreadful things men are ! he made her forget it. Francesca and now Edward is going to be had always thought him good and just as dreadful as the rest of kind, but this afternoon he was them. He never used to say any; fascinating ; she had never been so thing before, except that he loved well entertained. Edward's letter, me ever so much, and that I was and all the doubt and distress the inspiration of his art, and the which it had brought upon her, object of his life, and all sorts of slipped clean out of her rememnice things of that kind; but now brance. She sat on a little stool at he's beginning to bother about the Doctor's feet, and while he money, and supporting me, and sipped his tea and stroked her soft business, and being practical, and brown hair, he told her no end of everything else that is tiresome. I delightful stories, more amusing declare it is too bad! He's going even than those in the fairy-book, to be like other men. I do wish though of a very different kind. there wasn't any such thing as They were about real people, and money; I don't see the use of it. about things that happen in the I'm sure I never want any ;

real world. One of the funniest Guardie gets me everything that was concerning the misfortunes of I ever want. It was sweet of dear an absurd young couple, who got old Guardie, though, to be so gen

married without money enough to erous to Edward. And perhaps, pay the minister his fee. It was after all, money may be useful irresistibly ludicrous, the after one's married, though it's Doctor told it, and Francesca horrid to be always talking and laughed her blue eyes full of tears. thinking about it. I wonder how In the midst of her mirth, however, much will be enough? I'll ask she was suddenly sobered by the Guardie when I see him. I don't reflection that, no longer ago than believe anybody ever could spend that very morning, she would have so much as a thousand pounds, known no better than to do just so however much they were married. absurd a thing herself! Ah! how Oh dear!

much she had learned since this So sustained a stretch of thought, morning. But, as the Doctor had reasoning and speculation was too said, she was only a beautiful young exhausting for our pretty Fran- girl, open to be taught anything.

She resorted to her fairy Edward was not long in getting stories for rest and consolation ; to work upon the first copy of his but she failed to get as much out picture, and by dint of constant of them as she had been accus- Iabour he finished it in a very few tomed to. Again and again the months. It





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