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He
applied
to
Daniel
Doyce
for
help
,
as
they
stood
together
,
looking
out
of
window
.
‘
You
know
Mr
Gowan
?
’
he
said
in
a
low
voice
.
‘
I
have
seen
him
here
.
Comes
here
every
Sunday
when
they
are
at
home
.
’
‘
An
artist
,
I
infer
from
what
he
says
?
’
‘
A
sort
of
a
one
,
’
said
Daniel
Doyce
,
in
a
surly
tone
.
‘
What
sort
of
a
one
?
’
asked
Clennam
,
with
a
smile
.
‘
Why
,
he
has
sauntered
into
the
Arts
at
a
leisurely
Pall
-
Mall
pace
,
’
said
Doyce
,
‘
and
I
doubt
if
they
care
to
be
taken
quite
so
coolly
.
’
Pursuing
his
inquiries
,
Clennam
found
that
the
Gowan
family
were
a
very
distant
ramification
of
the
Barnacles
;
and
that
the
paternal
Gowan
,
originally
attached
to
a
legation
abroad
,
had
been
pensioned
off
as
a
Commissioner
of
nothing
particular
somewhere
or
other
,
and
had
died
at
his
post
with
his
drawn
salary
in
his
hand
,
nobly
defending
it
to
the
last
extremity
.
In
consideration
of
this
eminent
public
service
,
the
Barnacle
then
in
power
had
recommended
the
Crown
to
bestow
a
pension
of
two
or
three
hundred
a
-
year
on
his
widow
;
to
which
the
next
Barnacle
in
power
had
added
certain
shady
and
sedate
apartments
in
the
Palaces
at
Hampton
Court
,
where
the
old
lady
still
lived
,
deploring
the
degeneracy
of
the
times
in
company
with
several
other
old
ladies
of
both
sexes
.
Her
son
,
Mr
Henry
Gowan
,
inheriting
from
his
father
,
the
Commissioner
,
that
very
questionable
help
in
life
,
a
very
small
independence
,
had
been
difficult
to
settle
;
the
rather
,
as
public
appointments
chanced
to
be
scarce
,
and
his
genius
,
during
his
earlier
manhood
,
was
of
that
exclusively
agricultural
character
which
applies
itself
to
the
cultivation
of
wild
oats
.
At
last
he
had
declared
that
he
would
become
a
Painter
;
partly
because
he
had
always
had
an
idle
knack
that
way
,
and
partly
to
grieve
the
souls
of
the
Barnacles
-
in
-
chief
who
had
not
provided
for
him
.
So
it
had
come
to
pass
successively
,
first
,
that
several
distinguished
ladies
had
been
frightfully
shocked
;
then
,
that
portfolios
of
his
performances
had
been
handed
about
o
’
nights
,
and
declared
with
ecstasy
to
be
perfect
Claudes
,
perfect
Cuyps
,
perfect
phaenomena
;
then
,
that
Lord
Decimus
had
bought
his
picture
,
and
had
asked
the
President
and
Council
to
dinner
at
a
blow
,
and
had
said
,
with
his
own
magnificent
gravity
,
‘
Do
you
know
,
there
appears
to
me
to
be
really
immense
merit
in
that
work
?
’
and
,
in
short
,
that
people
of
condition
had
absolutely
taken
pains
to
bring
him
into
fashion
.
But
,
somehow
,
it
had
all
failed
.
The
prejudiced
public
had
stood
out
against
it
obstinately
.
They
had
determined
not
to
admire
Lord
Decimus
’
s
picture
.
They
had
determined
to
believe
that
in
every
service
,
except
their
own
,
a
man
must
qualify
himself
,
by
striving
early
and
late
,
and
by
working
heart
and
soul
,
might
and
main
.
So
now
Mr
Gowan
,
like
that
worn
-
out
old
coffin
which
never
was
Mahomet
’
s
nor
anybody
else
’
s
,
hung
midway
between
two
points
:
jaundiced
and
jealous
as
to
the
one
he
had
left
:
jaundiced
and
jealous
as
to
the
other
that
he
couldn
’
t
reach
.
