"In what line?"
"Well, in any line. Who stands ahead? Who"s the leader? Who tops them all? Who"s the Raphael?"
"I don"t know that we have any Raphael? We have good painters each in his own branch."
"Isn"t there one, in your opinion, that is "way ahead of all the rest?"
"Well, you see, to make an intelligent comparison, you have to take into consideration the specialty of the painter. You could hardly compare Alma Tadema, for instance, with Sir John Millais, or Sir Frederic Leighton with Hubert Herkomer, or any of them with some of your own painters. Each has his specialty, and each stands at the head of it."
"Then there is no one man in England like Old Man Rubens, or Van d.y.k.e, or those other fellows, I forget their names, who are head and shoulders above everybody else? Sort of Jay Gould in art, you know."
"No, I wouldn"t like to say there is. In fact, all of your questions require some consideration. Now, if you will write them down for me, and give me time to think them over, I will write out such answers as occur to me. It would be impossible for me to do justice to myself, or to art, or to your paper, by attempting to answer questions off-hand in this way."
"Oh, that"s too slow for our time here. You know this thing comes out to-morrow morning, and I have got to do a column and a half of it.
Sometimes, you know, it is very difficult; but you are different from most Englishmen I have talked with. You speak right out, and you talk to a fellow. I can make a column and a half out of what you have said now."
"Dear me! Can you really? Well, now, I should be careful, if I were you.
I am afraid that, if you don"t understand anything about art, you may give the public some very erroneous impressions."
"Oh, the public don"t care a hang. All they want is to read something snappy and bright. That"s what the public want. No, sir, we have catered too long for the public not to know what its size is. You might print the most learned article you could get hold of, it might be written by What"s-his-name De Vinci, and be full of art slang, and all that sort of thing, but it wouldn"t touch the general public at all."
"I don"t suppose it would."
"What do you think of our Sunday papers here? You don"t have any Sunday papers over in London."
"Oh yes, we do. But none of the big dailies have Sunday editions."
"They are not as big, or as enterprising as ours, are they? One Sunday paper, you know, prints about as much as two or three thirty-five cent magazines."
"What, the Sunday paper does?"
"Yes, the Sunday paper prints it, but doesn"t sell for that. We give "em more for the money than any magazine you ever saw."
"You certainly print some very large papers."
With this the reporter took his leave, and next morning Mr. Trenton saw the most astonishing account of his ideas on art matters imaginable.
What struck him most forcibly was, that an article written by a person who admittedly knew nothing at all about art should be in general so free from error. The interview had a great number of head lines, and it was evident the paper desired to treat the artist with the utmost respect, and that it felt he showed his sense in preferring Boston to New York as a place of temporary residence; but what appalled him was the free and easy criticisms he was credited with having made on his own contemporaries in England. The princ.i.p.al points of each were summed up with a great deal of terseness and force, and in many cases were laughably true to life. It was evident that whoever touched up that interview possessed a very clear opinion and very accurate knowledge of the art movement in England.
Mr. Trenton thought he would sit down and write to the editor of the paper, correcting some of the more glaring inaccuracies; but a friend said--
"Oh, it is no use. Never mind. n.o.body pays any attention to that. It"s all right anyhow."
"Yes, but suppose the article should be copied in England, or suppose some of the papers should get over there?"
"Oh, that"ll be all right," said his friend, with easy optimism. "Don"t bother about it. They all know what a newspaper interview is; if they don"t, why, you can tell them when you get back."
It was not long before Mr. Trenton found himself put down at all the princ.i.p.al clubs, both artistic and literary; and he also became, with a suddenness that bewildered him, quite the social lion for the time being. He was astonished to find that the receptions to which he was invited, and where he was, in a way, on exhibition, were really very grand occasions, and compared favourably with the finest gatherings he had had experience of in London.
His hostess at one of these receptions said to him, "Mr. Trenton, I want to introduce you to some of our art lovers in this city, whom I am sure you will be pleased to meet. I know that as a general thing the real artists are apt to despise the amateurs; but in this instance I hope you will be kind enough not to despise them, for my sake. We think they are really very clever indeed, and we like to be flattered by foreign preference."
"Am I the foreign preference in this instance?"
"You are, Mr. Trenton."
"Now, I think it is too bad of you to say that, just when I have begun to feel as much at home in Boston as I do in London. I a.s.sure you I do not feel in the least foreign here. Neither do I maintain, like Mrs.
Brown, that you are the foreigners."
"How very nice of you to say so, Mr. Trenton. Now I hope you will say something like that to the young lady I want you to meet. She is really very charming, and I am sure you will like her; and I may say, in parenthesis, that she, like the rest of us, is perfectly infatuated with your pictures."
As the lady said this, she brought Mr. Trenton in her wake, as it were, and said, "Miss Sommerton, allow me to present to you Mr. Trenton."
Miss Sommerton rose with graceful indolence, and held out her hand frankly to the artist. "Mr. Trenton," she said, "I am very pleased indeed to meet you. Have you been long in Boston?"
"Only a few days," replied Trenton. "I came up to Boston from Canada a short time since."
"Up? You mean down. We don"t say up from Canada."
"Oh, don"t you? Well, in England, you know, we say up to London, no matter from what part of the country we approach it. I think you are wrong in saying down, I think it really ought to be up to Boston from wherever you come."
His hostess appeared to be delighted with this bit of conversation, and she said, "I shall leave you two together for a few moments to get acquainted. Mr. Trenton, you know you are in demand this evening."
"Do you think that is true?" said Trenton to Miss Sommerton.
"What?"
"Well, that I am in demand."
"I suppose it is true, if Mrs. Lennox says it is. You surely don"t intend to cast any doubt on the word of your hostess, do you?"
"Oh, not at all. I didn"t mean in a general way, you know, I meant in particular."
"I don"t think I understand you, Mr. Trenton. By the way, you said you had been in Canada. Do you not think it is a very charming country?"
"Charming, Miss Sommerton, isn"t the word for it. It is the most delightful country in the world."
"Ah, you say that because it belongs to England. I admit it is very delightful; but then there are other places on the Continent quite as beautiful as any part of Canada. You seem to have a prejudice in favour of monarchical inst.i.tutions."
"Oh, is Canada monarchical? I didn"t know that. I thought Canada was quite republican in its form of government."
"Well, it is a dependency; that"s what I despise about Canada. Think of a glorious country like that, with hundreds of thousands of square miles, in fact, millions, I think, being dependent on a little island, away there among the fogs and rains, between the North Sea and the Atlantic Ocean. To be a dependency of some splendid tyrannical power like Russia wouldn"t be so bad; but to be dependent on that little island--I lose all my respect for Canada when I think of it."
"Well, you know, the United States were colonies once."
"Ah, that is a very unfortunate comparison, Mr. Trenton. The moment the colonies, as you call them, came to years of discretion, they soon shook off their dependency. You must remember you are at Boston, and that the harbour is only a short distance from here."
"Does that mean that I should take advantage of its proximity and leave?"
"Oh, not at all. I could not say anything so rude, Mr. Trenton.