For my own part, I was secretly delighted at all this, knowing that with the increase of her displeasure came a proportional decrease in the artist's chances of winning her. It will be readily guessed that I did not let the grass grow beneath my feet, and in the absence of my rival I used every opportunity of strengthening my hold upon her affections.
Toward the close of the day, when the purple hues3 of twilight4 were suffusing5 the air, and the bell of the Angelus was sounding softly from the cathedral-tower, Daphne and I set off home. My uncle, promising6 to follow us later, lingered behind, on pretence7 of awaiting the arrival of the diligence from Campo (the nearest large town to Rivoli), with its slender freight of letters and newspapers, his real object being to keep his appointment with the cathedral attendant.
Old Ursula had prepared a dainty repast for us,[Pg 100] and when the meal was over Daphne lit the lamp, drew the curtains, and took her seat by the fire.
"Read to me, Frank. There is a whole heap of newspapers over there."
I sat on a footstool at her feet, with the file of journals beside me, in the light of the blazing fire, and wished that Angelo were looking through the casement8, to see how cosy9 and comfortable we were.
"Where shall I begin?"
"Anywhere you like."
"Very well. 'Theatre of Varieties, Westminster; every night, at 8:30, Tottie Rosebud10 will sing "Then she wunk the other eye." Admission—'"
"Am I? You told me to read anywhere, so I took the first paragraph that my eyes fell on. However, as you don't like that, I'll turn to something else. 'Letter from Paris.' Would you like that?"
"Yes, that will do," she replied, composing her dainty little person comfortably in the big armchair.
So, compliant12 with her will, I began to read the lively letter of that mysterious personality, "Our Own Correspondent," keeping a cautious eye ahead, in case I should be landed before I was aware of it on some Parisian doings whose recital13 might offend the susceptibilities of my fair cousin, equally with those of that staid old lady, the British Matron. I had not read more than half a column, when my eye lighted upon a name that drew from me an exclamation14 of surprise.
"What's the matter, Frank?"
"Here's that fellow Vasari's name."
"Fellow Vasari, indeed!" returned Daphne with mock dignity. "Do you mean the eminent15 artist, Signor Angelo Vasari?"
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"That's it. The oil-and-colour man. Here's a notice of his famous daub. This must be the critique he was referring to."
"O go on, Frank! Read it, read it!" she cried eagerly.
The praises of a rival are never very pleasant reading. They become doubly unpleasant when the beloved object is a listener. Pity me, then at having to read the following little Vasariad!
"'The principal topic of conversation among art-circles at present is a very remarkable16 picture, called in the catalogue "The Fall of C?sar." The artist, who till yesterday was completely unknown to the public, is one Angelo Vasari, an Italian by birth, who has, however, spent the greater part of his life in the art-schools of London. He is said to be a descendant of the sixteenth-century Vasari, the friend of Popes and Princes, who has earned considerable fame by his Lives of the Painters. Though but twenty-five years of age, this new artist has produced a work that, without exaggeration, may be ranked with the finest compositions of Doré or Gérome. What he may be expected to accomplish when his genius is fully17 matured is shadowed forth18 by his present picture. What causes great surprise is the fact that up to the present time Vasari has never produced a work that deserved to rank above mediocrity. Indeed, so devoid19 of talent have his previous compositions been that the name "Il Divino" was bestowed20 upon him, not from his likeness21 to Raphael, but from his unlikeness. We are given to understand that when the artist was informed of the nickname, he replied unconcernedly: "Ah! then I must endeavour to merit the appellation22."
"'"'Tis not in mortals to command success;" but[Pg 102] Il Divino has both deserved and commanded it. His toil23 and perseverance24 have enabled him to turn the tables completely upon his critics, and from a poor, obscure, struggling artist he has become elevated to a position of fame and wealth, for the profits drawn25 from the crowds that have flocked to view the picture have been enormous.
"'That a young man accustomed only to paint mediocrities should, as it were, by one stroke produce a masterpiece is indeed a marvel26, and there are not wanting tongues to say that "The Fall of C?sar" is not the work of Vasari at all—an absurd statement, for it is not likely that the real author of such a remarkable work of genius would be so self-sacrificing as to give his glory to another. If there be any truth in this rumour27, it is probably founded on the fact that some one may have collaborated28 with Vasari to produce a few minor29 points. If the latter be not the author of "The Fall of C?sar," then assuredly his next work will betray him, unless indeed he has determined30 to rest his fame on this one picture only. But no importance is to be attached to the mysterious rumours31 current to account for the artist's success.
"'The Vasari Gallery is situated32 in the Rue33 de Sèvres, and admission is obtained by the payment of two francs. What the visitor first sees on entering the apartment devoted34 to this masterpiece is a wide doorway35 at the farther end draped on each side with curtains between which can be seen a court apparently36 open to the sky, since glimpses of a heavenly blue are visible between lofty columns. By one of these columns rises the statue of a warrior37 mounted on a pedestal, and at the base, with arrowy beams of sunlight streaming over it, lies a prostrate38 form, which requires no second glance to certify39 that it is[Pg 103] a dead body, especially as the bloodstained weapons that have accomplished40 the deed are scattered41 on the pavement around.
"'The spectator (not in the secret) hurries forward, and on arriving at the end of the apartment can hardly be persuaded that no doorway exists, and that the whole scene is simply a picture painted on canvas. Yet so it is. The picture is draped on each side with curtains so disposed as to give it the appearance of a doorway. The light entering the apartment from above strikes the picture at a certain angle, and, aided by the marvellous perspective skill of the artist's brush, the picture has every appearance of being an actual scene beyond the room in which the spectator stands, and in which some terrible tragedy has taken place. The illusion is perfect.
"'We have indicated the principal features of the picture; the fallen C?sar with his toga wrapped partly round him, the statue of Pompey rising above, a tesselated pavement stained with blood, here and there a discarded dagger42, columnar architecture in the background: such are the simple elements presented by this work of art. The fidelity43 to arch?ological details displayed in all parts of the picture has satisfied the judgment44 of every antiquary who has examined the work.
"'The picture, as we have intimated, contains but two figures—a disappointing number, one might think; and yet it is no paradox45 to say that had the picture contained more it would have revealed less. Had the artist, for example, represented Marc Antony mourning over the dead body, and drawing eloquence46 from its pitiable aspect, the eloquence that was to excite the Forum47, or had he given us the conspirators48 waving their swords aloft, their faces radiant with[Pg 104] the enthusiasm of liberty, he would have drawn off the spectator's attention from the point which most deserves praise. In the multiplicity of details we should perhaps have lost sight of the marvellous manner in which the painter has triumphed over the difficulty of his subject in regard to the face of the dead C?sar, expressing therein all the varying emotions that must have agitated49 the great Dictator's mind at the moment of his death.
"'How often the painter, desirous of depicting50 the human countenance51 lit up by some sublime52 feeling, has had to lament53 the impotence of his art!
"'Timanthes, unable to express the death-emotion on the face of Agamemnon, conceals55 the head of the king in a purple robe; Da Vinci in "The Last Supper," despairing of diffusing56 a ray of divinity over the features of the Saviour57, lays down his pencil, and leaves nothing but a blank oval for the face.
"'Who shall succeed where such masters fail? Echo answers—Vasari! A bold statement, but a true one!
"'Mr. Vasari might reasonably and with perfect fidelity to historic truth have adopted the method of Timanthes, since, every schoolboy knows, that C?sar fell with his head concealed58 in the folds of his toga; but, disdaining59 the pusillanimity60 of such a method, the artist has permitted the whole of C?sar's face to be seen, for the purpose of delineating with ghastly realism the expression of a dead face. The effect of the sunlight quivering on——'"
At this point I paused to look up at Daphne, whose eyes were eloquently61 expressive62 of the interest she was taking in the subject of my reading, and remarked quietly:
"To be continued in our next."
[Pg 105]
"Go on," she said eagerly. "Don't stop."
"There is no more."
"No more? It doesn't end in the middle of a sentence?"
"Probably not. But some one has been kind enough to tear off the bottom of this sheet just at the very line I have arrived at."
"Oh, how annoying! Isn't it continued at the top of the next column?"
"Fortunately—no."
"Fortunately?"
"Yes; I'm tired of it; it's the essence of dulness. I marvel that the writer is still at large."
"Who can have torn it," she said, taking no notice of my gibe64. "Not uncle, I'm sure. Oh, I know now. It was Angelo himself that did it. Don't you remember? This morning, when he lit his cigar."
The memory of this last event invested the newspaper article with an interest which it did not before possess in my eyes. I recalled the artist's uneasy manner when asking whether my uncle or myself had read the critique on his picture, his evident satisfaction when he found we had not, the triumphant65 air with which he had lit his cigar with a piece of newspaper; and this conduct disposed me to think that he had designedly torn off the bottom of the column containing the end of the article.
The more I dwelt on the matter the more my opinion became strengthened. I was as anxious now as Daphne to read the critique to the end.
"How curious that Angelo should tear the very paper referring to himself!" remarked Daphne.
"Very!" I responded drily.
[Pg 106]
"Can't we get another copy of this Standard?"
"Not at Rivoli. Rome or Paris is the nearest place to send to, and then it will be at least four days in arriving. Besides, it's an old copy, and very likely no more are left."
"How provoking! You'll send to-morrow for another copy, won't you Frank?"
"Most readily. I, too, wish to see the end of this article."
"Why, you said just now that it was the essence of dulness."
"Yes, but you know what a variable mortal I am."
"How well the paper speaks of him!" said Daphne, taking up the Standard, and dwelling66 with more pleasure than I cared to see on the flattering language bestowed on the artist. "Angelo isn't vain, that's easy to be seen. Didn't you notice how reluctant he was this morning to speak of his picture? One had to draw it out of him, as it were. I am glad he has made a name at last. 'There are not wanting tongues,'" she continued, reading from the paper, "'to say that it is not the work of Vasari at all.' What a shame to say that!" she ejaculated with considerable indignation. "When his pictures were not very good the critics sneered67 at him and called him 'Il Divino'; and now that he has produced something good they suggest that some one else painted it for him. Just like the critics! Fancy Angelo being a descendant of the great Vasari, too!"
"No great honour," I returned, as eager to depreciate68 the artist as Daphne was to exalt69 him. "His great ancestor's pictures have always been considered daubs; and as for the famous book, Lives of the Painters, it is supposed not to have been written by Vasari."
Critics will bear me out in these statements; but[Pg 107] Daphne scorned criticism, and would not listen to any reflections on Angelo's ancestor.
"Ah! I suppose it's the case of Shakespeare v. Bacon over again. Well, for my part I believe in Shakespeare. Say good-night to papa for me."
And she danced gaily70 off to bed at an earlier hour than usual. Was she going to dream of the artist?
Now, ever since my interest had been roused in the critique of the picture my eyes had been fixed71 on the fireplace, where Angelo, after lighting72 his cigar, had thrown the burnt paper, and in one corner of the fender I had fancied I could perceive a charred73 piece of paper. Accordingly after Daphne had gone I pounced74 on this fragment. It crumbled75 to black powder in my hands, save one little unburnt piece.
This piece contained six words only; yet they were sufficient to cause my pulse to throb76 more quickly:
an Anglo-Indian officer to judge.
That was all; and I had some difficulty in making out even those few words, owing to the blackened aspect of the paper. I did not doubt that they formed a part of the critique, and that the paragraph in which they occurred was one that the artist was anxious to conceal54 from us.
The memory of my lost brother had been strangely revived by the events of the day, and the phrase "an Anglo-Indian officer" naturally and immediately associated itself with his name. It was impossible in my then state of ignorance to establish a connexion between my brother and Angelo's picture, and the various hypotheses I framed to account for the admission of his name into the art-critique would fill a chapter.
[Pg 108]
"It was a mean trick of Angelo's," I muttered, "to mutilate that paper. I am certain it contained a reference to George. I would give fifty pounds to know his reason for so doing. No matter; this little mystification can't last very long, for I'll send to England for another copy to-morrow."
From the picture my thoughts wandered to the hidalgo whom Angelo had represented as having purchased it, and with a view to learning something, however brief, about this grandee77, I took down from the shelf a book on the Spanish peerage, and turned over its pages. I was still occupied thus when my uncle returned.
"Have you discovered anything?" was my first question.
"Absolutely nothing."
"Paolo had nothing to reveal?"
"Paolo was not there. I was in the cathedral square by eight, but could see nothing of him. I looked in at the cathedral, too. It was bright with lamps, being the eve of a festa; but he was not there; so, after two hours' patient watching and waiting, I gave it up in disgust."
"We are sure to see him at early Mass; his duties will take him there."
"Probably," replied my uncle, sinking into the armchair lately vacated by Daphne, and lighting a cigar. "But what ponderous78 tome are you poring over so studiously?"
"The Spanish Peerage."
"Ah! take St. Paul's advice, 'Beware of endless genealogies,' for they are dull reading."
"A motive? Great Jupiter! what has made you take so sudden an interest in the hidalgos?"
[Pg 109]
"You remember to whom Angelo said he had sold his picture?"
"I am; and, do you know, I cannot find the name anywhere in this book."
"You haven't looked in the right place."
"Well, here is the book; examine it for yourself. Here is the list of barons81. Find De Argandarez."
"Humph! I have no wish to qualify myself for a Spanish herald82. I'll take your word for it that the name of Argandarez is not here, merely remarking that the book is dated 1898, and that therefore the fellow may have been created a baron since then, which will account for the omission83 of his name."
"What! When Angelo called him an old hidalgo of Aragon, and spoke84 of his ancestral walls, or ancestral castle, or something similar! At any rate, he used the word ancestral."
"Ha! I remember something of the sort," my uncle said, and the alert glance in his eye belied85 the indifference86 in his tone. "You are certain the name does not occur in this book? Hum! Unless it be an editorial oversight87, our noble grandee would seem to have no existence, save in the imagination of Angelo. Il Divino is slightly given to romancing."
"Il Divino must have had a motive for the—lie," I replied, with an emphasis on the last word, as a protest against my uncle's euphemism88. "He evidently wishes the destination of his picture to remain unknown to us."
"Why should he wish that? And even if he does, it is impossible for him to conceal it. The sale of so notable a work of art would be mentioned in all the papers, together with the name of the buyer."
[Pg 110]
"Not necessarily. An agent may have bought it for a client who wishes his name to be kept secret. Or the sale may have been a private affair between Angelo and the purchaser."
"Granted," he agreed. "To tell you the truth, Frank, there's something about Angelo's success I can't understand. How, after his many failures, he has contrived89, by the exhibition of one picture only, to acquire so great a name is a mystery."
"So the public seem to think. Here is the Standard's account of it."
I passed the paper to my uncle, who read as far as he could, and then exclaimed:
"The end has been torn off!"
"Yes, by Angelo this morning when he lit his cigar; designedly torn off, I believe. This is a fragment of the burnt piece," I said, laying it before him.
My uncle did not betray the excitement that I had expected of him.
"So you think the mutilation of this newspaper intentional90?" he asked with a half-smile.
"I am certain of it."
"How suspicious you are growing of Il Divino! A lover's jealousy91, I suppose," he said, knocking the ash of his cigar into the fender.
"There was something in that paper that Angelo did not wish us to see," I replied. "That something, whatever it was, was probably peculiar92 to this paper, and Angelo supposes that if we are prevented from taking note of it now, we shall never hear of it again."
My uncle regarded me with a look of good-humoured surprise before taking a whiff again at his cigar.
"Nonsense!" he returned. "My dear Frank, [Pg 111]whatever was in the Standard cannot be a secret. It's absurd to suppose that Angelo is trying to keep from us that with which a large number of the reading public is already familiar."
"Yes, but the reading public are not, like us, behind the scenes and familiar with the artist. In a sentence they would pass over as of no note we, who can read between the lines, might discover something."
"Well, what is this something we might discover?"
"'An Anglo-Indian officer,'" I said, tracing the words with my finger. "George is an Anglo-Indian officer; so are his chief friends. 'The Anglo-Indian officer' alluded93 to here is either George himself—and, if so, this passage would afford a clue to his movements—or it is a friend of his, recently returned from India, and from whom information respecting George might be obtained."
"Granting your inference, what motive has Angelo for wishing to conceal the fact from us?"
"Motive? His motive is pretty obvious after to-day's revelation. He is in love with Daphne, and, being so, he is tormented94 by two ideas—namely, that she still retains her love for George, and that George himself may yet return to claim her. Therefore, do you think he wishes her to know where George is? Not likely! His plan is to woo and win her before George reappears to spoil his game."
"I do not think so. The tearing of that paragraph was an accident."
"An accident? Did you not notice this morning how anxious he was to know if we had read this critique; how relieved he seemed when he learned we had not? Singular that he should light his cigar with a bit of newspaper, pretending he could see no matches in the room, when all the time they were staring at him from[Pg 112] the mantel! Singular, too, that out of fifty newspapers he should light on the very one in which this eulogy95 of himself is, and tear the very column containing it, leaving, however, sufficient to show what a great man he has developed into. An accident? Bah! My good uncle, give me credit for a little discernment."
"Or—a picturesque96 imagination. Well, well, if you think the paragraph of such importance, by all means send to England for a copy of the Standard of July 2nd. If there were anything of consequence in it, I feel sure that some friend would have called our attention to it before now."
I was silent, and my uncle occupied himself in reading the article again.
"I wonder," he remarked, "if there is any truth in the suggestion that some one else painted the picture?"
"Can George paint?" I asked: an unnecessary question on my part, for my uncle knew no more of the matter than I.
"Never knew him to handle the brush; though it is not unlikely he may have studied painting a little in India, but scarcely to the extent of being able to produce a masterpiece such as we have been reading about."
"You remember the date Angelo assigned for his arrival at Paris."
"I do. It was the day after we left."
"Exactly. And don't you think it strange that he should arrive there the very day after we had taken our departure?"
"I see nothing strange in it."
"And then, talking of his arrival at Paris, he made use of the plural97 'we.' 'We arrived,' he said, and then, suddenly checking himself, he altered it to 'I did not arrive.' Do you remember it?"
[Pg 113]
"I can't say I do."
"But I do, though, and wondered at it. Now who are they who compose the 'we'?"
"He and his agent, probably; or he and those who were conveying the picture."
"If he meant those persons only, why should he check himself so sharply?"
My uncle shrugged98 his shoulders, as if he were growing tired of the subject. "I think, Frank," he said, "that you are attaching too much importance to a trivial expression."
"Possibly I may be; but I cannot help thinking that a mystery surrounds the production of Angelo's picture, and that the mystery is in some way connected with George."
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