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Chapter 9

           "Yourfun?"hequeriedsurprisedly—"Ithoughtitwasfameyouwanted,morethanfun!"

           Ilaughedaloud.

           "I’mnotsuchafoolastosupposethatfameissecuredbyadvertisement,"Isaid—"ForinstanceIamoneofthosewhothinkthefameofMillaisasanartistwasmarredwhenhedegradedhimselftothelevelofpaintingthelittlegreenboyblowingbubblesofPears’sSoap.Thatwasanadvertisement.Andthatveryincidentinhiscareer,triflingthoughitseems,willpreventhiseverstandingonthesamedignifiedheightofdistinctionwithsuchmastersinartasRomney,SirPeterLely,GainsboroughorReynolds."

           "Ibelievethereisagreatdealofjusticeinwhatyousay;"andMorgesonshookhisheadwisely—"Viewedfromapurelyartisticandsentimentalstandpointyouareright."Andhebecamesuddenlydowncastanddubious."Yes—itisamostextraordinarythinghowfamedoesescapepeoplesometimesjustwhentheyseemonthepointofgraspingit.Theyare‘boomed’ineveryimaginableway,andyetafteratimenothingwillkeepthemup.Andthereareothersagainwhogetkickedandbuffetedandmockedandderided——"

           "LikeChrist?"Iinterposedwithahalfsmile.Helookedshocked—hewasaNon-conformist—butrememberingintimehowrichIwas,hebowedwithameekpatience.

           "Yes"—andhesighed—"asyousuggest,MrTempest,likeChrist."

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