"Oh, I did not aware that; but who?"
"Well," said the hairdresser, "there"s the Eagle in the City Road, for one; and there"s the Surrey Gardens; and there"s Rosherwich," he added, after a pause. (The Fisheries Exhibition, it may be said, was as yet unknown.)
"And you go there, often?"
"I"ve been to Rosherwich."
"Was it goot there--you laike it, eh?"
"Well," said Leander, "they tell me it"s very gay in the season.
P"rhaps I went at the wrong time of the year for it."
"What you call wrong time for it?"
"Slack--nothing going on," he explained; "like it was when I went last Sat.u.r.day."
"You went last Sat.u.r.day? And you stay a long time?"
"I didn"t stay no longer than I could help," Leander said. "All our party was glad to get away."
The foreigner had risen to go, when his eyes fell on the Venus in the corner.
"You did not stay long, and your party was glad to come away?" he repeated absently. "I am not surprised at that." He gave the hairdresser a long stare as he spoke. "No, I am not surprised.... You have a good taste, my friend; you laike the antique, do you not?" he broke off suddenly.
"Ah! you are looking at the Venus, sir," said Leander. "Yes, I"m very partial to it."
"It is a taste that costs," his customer said.
He looked back over his shoulder as he left the shop, and once more repeated softly, "Yes, it is a taste that costs."
"I suppose," Leander reflected as he went back, "it does strike people as queer, my keeping that statue there; but it"s only for one evening."
The foreigner had scarcely left when an old gentleman, a regular customer, looked in, on his way from the City, and at once noticed the innovation. He was an old gentleman who had devoted much time and study to Art, in the intervals of business, and had developed critical powers of the highest order.
He walked straight up to the Venus, and stuck out his under lip. "Where did you get that thing?" he inquired. "Isn"t this place of yours small enough, without lumbering it up with statuary out of the Euston Road?"
"I didn"t get it there," said Leander. "I--I thought it would be "andy to "ang the "ats on."
"Dear, dear," said the old gentleman, "why do you people dabble in matters you don"t understand? Come here, Tweddle, and let me show you.
Can"t you _see_ what a miserable sham the thing is--a cheap, tawdry imitation of the splendid cla.s.sic type? Why, by merely exhibiting such a thing, you"re vitiating public taste, sir--corrupting it."
Leander did not quite follow this rebuke, which he thought was probably based upon the G.o.ddess"s antecedents.
"Was she reelly as bad as that, sir?" he said. "I wasn"t aware so, or I shouldn"t give any offence to customers by letting her stay here."
As he spoke he saw the indefinable indications in the statue"s face which denoted that it was instinct once more with life and intelligence, and he was horrified at the thought that the latter part of the conversation might have been overheard.
"But I"ve always understood," he said, hastily, "that the party this represents was puffickly correct, however free some of the others might have been; and I suppose that"s the costume of the period she"s in, and very becoming it is, I"m sure, though gone out since."
"Bah!" said the old gentleman, "it"s poor art. I"ll show you _where_ the thing is bad. I happen to understand something of these things. Just observe how the top of the head is out of drawing; look at the lowness of the forehead, and the distance between the eyes; all the canons of proportion ignored--absolutely ignored!"
What further strictures this rash old gentleman was preparing to pa.s.s upon the statue will never be known now, for Tweddle already thought he could discern a growing resentment in her face, under so much candour.
He could not stand by and allow so excellent a customer to be crushed on the floor of his saloon, and he knew the Venus quite capable of this: was she not perpetually threatening such a penalty, on much slighter provocation?
He rushed between the unconscious man and his fate. "I think you said your hair cut?" he said, and laid violent hands upon the critic, forced him protesting into a chair, throttled him with a towel, and effectually diverted his attention by a series of personal remarks upon the top of his head.
The victim, while he was being shampooed, showed at first an alarming tendency to revert to the subject of the G.o.ddess"s defects, but Leander was able to keep him in check by well-timed jets of scalding water and ice-cold sprays, which he directed against his customer"s exposed crown, until every idea, except impotent rage, was washed out of it, while a hard machine brush completed the subjugation.
Finally, the unfortunate old man staggered out of the shop, preserved by Leander"s unremitting watchfulness from the wrath of the G.o.ddess. Yet, such is the ingrat.i.tude of human nature, that he left the place vowing to return no more. "I thought I"d got a _clown_ behind me, sir!" he used to say afterwards, in describing it.
Before Leander could recover from the alarm he had been thrown into, another customer had entered; a pale young man, with a glossy hat, a white satin necktie, and a rather decayed gardenia. He, too, was one of Tweddle"s regular clients. What his occupation might be was a mystery, for he aimed at being considered a man of pleasure.
"I say, just shave me, will you?" he said, and threw himself languidly into a chair. "Fact is, Tweddle, I"ve been so doosid chippy for the last two days, I daren"t touch a razor."
"Indeed, sir!" said Leander, with respectful sympathy.
"You see," explained the youth, "I"ve been playing the goat--the giddy goat. Know what that means?"
"I used to," said Leander; "I never touch alcoholic stimulants now, myself."
"Wish I didn"t. I say, Tweddle, have you been to the Cosmopolitan lately?"
"I don"t go to music-"alls now," said Leander; "I"ve give up all that now I"m keeping company."
"Well, you go and see the new ballet," the youth exhorted him earnestly; not that he cared whether the hairdresser went or not, but because he wanted to talk about the ballet to somebody.
"Ah!" observed Leander; "is that a good one they"ve got there now, sir?"
"Rather think so. Ballet called _Olympus_. There"s a regular ripping little thing who comes on as one of Venus"s doves." And the youth went on to intimate that the dove in question had shown signs of being struck by his powers of fascination. "I saw directly that I"d mashed her; she was gone, dead gone, sir; and----I say, who"s that in the corner over there--eh?"
He was staring intently into the pier-gla.s.s in front of him. "That?"
said Leander, following his glance. "Oh! that"s a statue I"ve bought.
She--she brightens up the place a bit, don"t she?"
"A statue, is it? Yes, of course; I knew it was a statue. Well, about that dove. I went round after it was all over, but couldn"t see a sign of her; so----That"s a queer sort of statue you"ve got there!" he broke off suddenly; and Leander distinctly saw the G.o.ddess shake her arm in fierce menace. "He"s said something that"s put her out," he concluded. "I wish I knew what it was."
"It"s a cla.s.sical statue, sir," he said, with what composure he might; "they"re all made like that."
"Are they, by Jove? But, Tweddle, I say, it _moves_: it"s shaking its fist like old Harry!"
"Oh, I think you"re mistaken, sir, really! I don"t perceive it myself."
"Don"t perceive it? But, hang it, man, look--look in the gla.s.s! There!
don"t you see it does? Dash it! can"t you _say_ it does?"
"Flaw in the mirror, sir; when you move your "ed, you do ketch that effect. I"ve observed it myself frequent. Chin cut, sir? My fault--my fault entirely," he admitted handsomely.
The young man was shaved by this time, and had risen to receive his hat and cane, when he gave a violent start as he pa.s.sed the Aphrodite.
"There!" he said, breathlessly, "look at that, Tweddle; she"s going to punch my head! I suppose you"ll tell me _that"s_ the gla.s.s?"