"You know what I mean. I am very anxious about this picture, and I shall be much disappointed if it cannot be done now. It was you put it into my head first."
"I regret it very much, I can a.s.sure you; but it will not be generous in you to urge that against me."
"But why shouldn"t it succeed?"
"There are many reasons,--some personal to myself."
"I do not know what they can be. You hinted at something which I only took as having been said in joke."
"If you mean about Miss Van Siever and yourself, I was quite in earnest, Conway. I do not think you could do better, and I should be glad to see it of all things. Nothing would please me more than to bring Miss Van Siever and you together."
"And nothing would please me less."
"But why so?"
"Because,--because--. I can do nothing but tell you the truth, carina; because my heart is not free to present itself at Miss Van Siever"s feet."
"It ought to be free, Conway, and you must make it free. It will be well that you should be married, and well for others besides yourself. I tell you so as your friend, and you have no truer friend.
Sit where you are, if you please. You can say anything you have to say without stalking about the room."
"I was not going to stalk,--as you call it."
"You will be safer and quieter while you are sitting. I heard a knock at the door, and I do not doubt that it is Clara. She said she would be here."
"And you have told her of the picture?"
"Yes; I have told her. She said that it would be impossible, and that her mother would not allow it. Here she is." Then Miss Van Siever was shown into the room, and Dalrymple perceived that she was a girl the peculiarity of whose complexion bore daylight better even than candlelight. There was something in her countenance which seemed to declare that she could bear any light to which it might be subjected without flinching from it. And her bonnet, which was very plain, and her simple brown morning gown, suited her well. She was one who required none of the circ.u.mstances of studied dress to carry off aught in her own appearance. She could look her best when other women look their worst, and could dare to be seen at all times. Dalrymple, with an artist"s eye, saw this at once, and immediately confessed to himself that there was something great about her. He could not deny her beauty. But there was ever present to him that look of hardness which had struck him when he first saw her. He could not but fancy that though at times she might be playful, and allow the fur of her coat to be stroked with good-humour,--she would be a dangerous plaything, using her claws unpleasantly when the good-humour should have pa.s.sed away. But not the less was she beautiful, and--beyond that and better than that, for his purpose,--she was picturesque.
"Clara," said Mrs. Broughton, "here is this mad painter, and he says that he will have you on his canvas, either with your will or without it."
"Even if he could do that, I am sure he would not," said Miss Van Siever.
"To prove to you that I can, I think I need only show you the sketch," said Dalrymple, taking the drawing out of his pocket. "As regards the face, I know it so well by heart already, that I feel certain I could produce a likeness without even a sitting. What do you think of it, Mrs. Broughton?"
[Ill.u.s.tration: "What do you think of it, Mrs. Broughton?"]
"It is clever," said she, looking at it with all that enthusiasm which women are able to throw into their eyes on such occasions; "very clever. The subject would just suit her. I have never doubted that."
"Eames says that it is confused," said the artist.
"I don"t see that at all," said Mrs. Broughton.
"Of course a sketch must be rough. This one has been rubbed about and altered,--but I think there is something in it."
"An immense deal," said Mrs. Broughton. "Don"t you think so, Clara?"
"I am not a judge."
"But you can see the woman"s fixed purpose; and her stealthiness as well;--and the man sleeps like a log. What is that dim outline?"
"Nothing in particular," said Dalrymple. But the dim outline was intended to represent Mrs. Van Siever.
"It is very good,--unquestionably good," said Mrs. Dobbs Broughton.
"I do not for a moment doubt that you would make a great picture of it. It is just the subject for you, Conway; so much imagination, and yet such a scope for portraiture. It would be full of action, and yet such perfect repose. And the lights and shadows would be exactly in your line. I can see at a glance how you would manage the light in the tent, and bring it down just on the nail. And then the pose of the woman would be so good, so much strength, and yet such grace!
You should have the bowl he drank the milk out of, so as to tell the whole story. No painter living tells a story so well as you do, Conway." Conway Dalrymple knew that the woman was talking nonsense to him, and yet he liked it, and liked her for talking it.
"But Mr. Dalrymple can paint his Sisera without making me a Jael,"
said Miss Van Siever.
"Of course he can," said Mrs. Broughton.
"But I never will," said the artist. "I conceived the subject as connected with you, and I will never disjoin the two ideas."
"I think it no compliment, I can a.s.sure you," said Miss Van Siever.
"And none was intended. But you may observe that artists in all ages have sought for higher types of models in painting women who have been violent or criminal, than have sufficed for them in their portraitures of gentleness and virtue. Look at all the Judiths, and the Lucretias, and the Charlotte Cordays; how much finer the women are than the Madonnas and the Saint Cecilias."
"After that, Clara, you need not scruple to be a Jael," said Mrs.
Broughton.
"But I do scruple,--very much; so strongly that I know I never shall do it. In the first place I don"t know why Mr. Dalrymple wants it."
"Want it!" said Conway. "I want to paint a striking picture."
"But you can do that without putting me into it."
"No;--not this picture. And why should you object? It is the commonest thing in the world for ladies to sit to artists in that manner."
"People would know it."
"n.o.body would know it, so that you need care about it. What would it matter if everybody knew it? We are not proposing anything improper;--are we, Mrs. Broughton?"
"She shall not be pressed if she does not like it," said Mrs.
Broughton. "You know I told you before Clara came in, that I was afraid it could not be done."
"And I don"t like it," said Miss Van Siever, with some little hesitation in her voice.
"I don"t see anything improper in it, if you mean that," said Mrs.
Broughton.
"But, mamma!"
"Well, yes; that is the difficulty, no doubt. The only question is, whether your mother is not so very singular, as to make it impossible that you should comply with her in everything."
"I am afraid that I do not comply with her in very much," said Miss Van Siever in her gentlest voice.
"Oh, Clara!"