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shirts or of dinner…plates。  To DO it … to do it and make it divine

… is the only thing he has to think about。  'Is it done or not?' is

his only question。  Not 'Is it done as well as a proper solicitude

for my dear little family will allow?'  He has nothing to do with

the relative …  he has only to do with the absolute; and a dear

little family may represent a dozen relatives。〃



〃Then you don't allow him the common passions and affections of

men?〃 Paul asked。



〃Hasn't he a passion; an affection; which includes all the rest?

Besides; let him have all the passions he likes … if he only keeps

his independence。  He must be able to be poor。〃



Paul slowly got up。  〃Why then did you advise me to make up to

her?〃



St。 George laid his hand on his shoulder。  〃Because she'd make a

splendid wife!  And I hadn't read you then。〃



The young man had a strained smile。  〃I wish you had left me

alone!〃



〃I didn't know that that wasn't good enough for you;〃 his host

returned。



〃What a false position; what a condemnation of the artist; that

he's a mere disfranchised monk and can produce his effect only by

giving up personal happiness。  What an arraignment of art!〃 Paul

went on with a trembling voice。



〃Ah you don't imagine by chance that I'm defending art?

'Arraignment' … I should think so!  Happy the societies in which it

hasn't made its appearance; for from the moment it comes they have

a consuming ache; they have an incurable corruption; in their

breast。  Most assuredly is the artist in a false position!  But I

thought we were taking him for granted。  Pardon me;〃 St。 George

continued:  〃'Ginistrella' made me!〃



Paul stood looking at the floor … one o'clock struck; in the

stillness; from a neighbouring church…tower。  〃Do you think she'd

ever look at me?〃 he put to his friend at last。



〃Miss Fancourt … as a suitor?  Why shouldn't I think it?  That's

why I've tried to favour you … I've had a little chance or two of

bettering your opportunity。〃



〃Forgive my asking you; but do you mean by keeping away yourself?〃

Paul said with a blush。



〃I'm an old idiot … my place isn't there;〃 St。 George stated

gravely。



〃I'm nothing yet; I've no fortune; and there must be so many

others;〃 his companion pursued。



The Master took this considerably in; but made little of it。

〃You're a gentleman and a man of genius。  I think you might do

something。〃



〃But if I must give that up … the genius?〃



〃Lots of people; you know; think I've kept mine;〃 St。 George

wonderfully grinned。



〃You've a genius for mystification!〃 Paul declared; but grasping

his hand gratefully in attenuation of this judgement。



〃Poor dear boy; I do worry you!  But try; try; all the same。  I

think your chances are good and you'll win a great prize。〃



Paul held fast the other's hand a minute; he looked into the

strange deep face。  〃No; I AM an artist … I can't help it!〃



〃Ah show it then!〃 St。 George pleadingly broke out。  〃Let me see

before I die the thing I most want; the thing I yearn for:  a life

in which the passion … ours … is really intense。  If you can be

rare don't fail of it!  Think what it is … how it counts … how it

lives!〃



They had moved to the door and he had closed both his hands over

his companion's。  Here they paused again and our hero breathed

deep。  〃I want to live!〃



〃In what sense?〃



〃In the greatest。〃



〃Well then stick to it … see it through。〃



〃With your sympathy … your help?〃



〃Count on that … you'll be a great figure to me。  Count on my

highest appreciation; my devotion。  You'll give me satisfaction …

if that has any weight with you。〃  After which; as Paul appeared

still to waver; his host added:  〃Do you remember what you said to

me at Summersoft?〃



〃Something infatuated; no doubt!〃



〃'I'll do anything in the world you tell me。'  You said that。〃



〃And you hold me to it?〃



〃Ah what am I?〃 the Master expressively sighed。



〃Lord; what things I shall have to do!〃 Paul almost moaned as be

departed。







CHAPTER VI







〃It goes on too much abroad … hang abroad!〃  These or something

like them had been the Master's remarkable words in relation to the

action of 〃Ginistrella〃; and yet; though they had made a sharp

impression on the author of that work; like almost all spoken words

from the same source; he a week after the conversation I have noted

left England for a long absence and full of brave intentions。  It

is not a perversion of the truth to pronounce that encounter the

direct cause of his departure。  If the oral utterance of the

eminent writer had the privilege of moving him deeply it was

especially on his turning it over at leisure; hours and days later;

that it appeared to yield him its full meaning and exhibit its

extreme importance。  He spent the summer in Switzerland and; having

in September begun a new task; determined not to cross the Alps

till he should have made a good start。  To this end he returned to

a quiet corner he knew well; on the edge of the Lake of Geneva and

within sight of the towers of Chillon:  a region and a view for

which he had an affection that sprang from old associations and was

capable of mysterious revivals and refreshments。  Here he lingered

late; till the snow was on the nearer hills; almost down to the

limit to which he could climb when his stint; on the shortening

afternoons; was performed。  The autumn was fine; the lake was blue

and his book took form and direction。  These felicities; for the

time; embroidered his life; which he suffered to cover him with its

mantle。  At the end of six weeks he felt he had learnt St。 George's

lesson by heart; had tested and proved its doctrine。  Nevertheless

he did a very inconsistent thing:  before crossing the Alps he

wrote to Marian Fancourt。  He was aware of the perversity of this

act; and it was only as a luxury; an amusement; the reward of a

strenuous autumn; that he justified it。  She had asked of him no

such favour when; shortly before he left London; three days after

their dinner in Ennismore Gardens; he went to take leave of her。

It was true she had had no ground … he hadn't named his intention

of absence。  He had kept his counsel for want of due assurance:  it

was that particular visit that was; the next thing; to settle the

matter。  He had paid the visit to see how much he really cared for

her; and quick departure; without so much as an explicit farewell;

was the sequel to this enquiry; the answer to which had created

within him a deep yearning。  When he wrote her from Clarens he

noted that he owed her an explanation (more than three months

after!) for not having told her what he was doing。



She replied now briefly but promptly; and gave him a striking piece

of news:  that of the death; a week before; of Mrs。 St。 George。

This exemplary woman had succumbed; in the country; to a violent

attack of inflammation of the lungs … he would remember that for a

long time she had been delicate。  Miss Fancourt added that she

believed her husband overwhelmed by the blow; he would miss her too

terribly … she had been everything in life to him。  Paul Overt; on

this; immediately wrote to St。 George。  He would from the day of

their parting have been glad to remain in communication with him;

but had hitherto lacked the right excuse for troubling so busy a

man。  Their long nocturnal talk came back to him in every detail;

but this was no bar to an expression of proper sympathy with the

head of the profession; for hadn't that very talk made it clear

that the late accomplished lady was the influence that ruled his

life?  What catastrophe could be more cruel than the extinction of

such an influence?  This was to be exactly the tone taken by St。

George in answering his young friend upwards of a month later。  He

made no allusion of course to their important discussion。  He spoke

of his wife as frankly and generously as if h

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