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"
Do
not
ask
me
.
I
could
not
make
head
or
tail
of
it
.
I
never
saw
such
a
thing
in
my
life
.
’
What
shall
we
do
with
it
?
’
I
said
to
my
wife
.
’
We
can
never
hang
it
up
,
’
she
said
.
’
People
would
laugh
at
us
.
’
So
she
took
it
into
an
attic
and
put
it
away
with
all
sorts
of
rubbish
,
for
my
wife
can
never
throw
anything
away
.
It
is
her
mania
.
Then
,
imagine
to
yourself
,
just
before
the
war
my
brother
wrote
to
me
from
Paris
,
and
said
:
’
Do
you
know
anything
about
an
English
painter
who
lived
in
Tahiti
?
It
appears
that
he
was
a
genius
,
and
his
pictures
fetch
large
prices
.
See
if
you
can
lay
your
hands
on
anything
and
send
it
to
me
.
There
’
s
money
to
be
made
.
’
So
I
said
to
my
wife
.
’
What
about
that
picture
that
Strickland
gave
me
?
’
Is
it
possible
that
it
is
still
in
the
attic
?
’
’
Without
doubt
,
’
she
answered
,
’
for
you
know
that
I
never
throw
anything
away
.
It
is
my
mania
.
’
We
went
up
to
the
attic
,
and
there
,
among
I
know
not
what
rubbish
that
had
been
gathered
during
the
thirty
years
we
have
inhabited
that
house
,
was
the
picture
.
I
looked
at
it
again
,
and
I
said
:
’
Who
would
have
thought
that
the
overseer
of
my
plantation
on
the
peninsula
,
to
whom
I
lent
two
hundred
francs
,
had
genius
?
Do
you
see
anything
in
the
picture
?
’
’
No
,
’
she
said
,
’
it
does
not
resemble
the
plantation
and
I
have
never
seen
cocoa
-
nuts
with
blue
leaves
;
but
they
are
mad
in
Paris
,
and
it
may
be
that
your
brother
will
be
able
to
sell
it
for
the
two
hundred
francs
you
lent
Strickland
.
’
Well
,
we
packed
it
up
and
we
sent
it
to
my
brother
.
And
at
last
I
received
a
letter
from
him
.
What
do
you
think
he
said
?
’
I
received
your
picture
,
’
he
said
,
’
and
I
confess
I
thought
it
was
a
joke
that
you
had
played
on
me
.
I
would
not
have
given
the
cost
of
postage
for
the
picture
.
I
was
half
afraid
to
show
it
to
the
gentleman
who
had
spoken
to
me
about
it
.
Imagine
my
surprise
when
he
said
it
was
a
masterpiece
,
and
offered
me
thirty
thousand
francs
I
dare
say
he
would
have
paid
more
,
but
frankly
I
was
so
taken
aback
that
I
lost
my
head
;
I
accepted
the
offer
before
I
was
able
to
collect
myself
.
’
"
Then
Monsieur
Cohen
said
an
admirable
thing
.
"
I
wish
that
poor
Strickland
had
been
still
alive
.
I
wonder
what
he
would
have
said
when
I
gave
him
twenty
-
nine
thousand
eight
hundred
francs
for
his
picture
.
"
I
lived
at
the
Hotel
de
la
Fleur
,
and
Mrs
.
Johnson
,
the
proprietress
,
had
a
sad
story
to
tell
of
lost
opportunity
.
After
Strickland
’
s
death
certain
of
his
effects
were
sold
by
auction
in
the
market
-
place
at
Papeete
,
and
she
went
to
it
herself
because
there
was
among
the
truck
an
American
stove
she
wanted
.
She
paid
twenty
-
seven
francs
for
it
.
"
There
were
a
dozen
pictures
,
"
she
told
me
,
"
but
they
were
unframed
,
and
nobody
wanted
them
.
Some
of
them
sold
for
as
much
as
ten
francs
,
but
mostly
they
went
for
five
or
six
.
Just
think
,
if
I
had
bought
them
I
should
be
a
rich
woman
now
.
"
But
Tiare
Johnson
would
never
under
any
circumstances
have
been
rich
.
She
could
not
keep
money
.
The
daughter
of
a
native
and
an
English
sea
-
captain
settled
in
Tahiti
,
when
I
knew
her
she
was
a
woman
of
fifty
,
who
looked
older
,
and
of
enormous
proportions
.
Tall
and
extremely
stout
,
she
would
have
been
of
imposing
presence
if
the
great
good
-
nature
of
her
face
had
not
made
it
impossible
for
her
to
express
anything
but
kindliness
.
Her
arms
were
like
legs
of
mutton
,
her
breasts
like
giant
cabbages
;
her
face
,
broad
and
fleshy
,
gave
you
an
impression
of
almost
indecent
nakedness
,
and
vast
chin
succeeded
to
vast
chin
.
I
do
not
know
how
many
of
them
there
were
.
They
fell
away
voluminously
into
the
capaciousness
of
her
bosom
.
She
was
dressed
usually
in
a
pink
Mother
Hubbard
,
and
she
wore
all
day
long
a
large
straw
hat
.
But
when
she
let
down
her
hair
,
which
she
did
now
and
then
,
for
she
was
vain
of
it
,
you
saw
that
it
was
long
and
dark
and
curly
;
and
her
eyes
had
remained
young
and
vivacious
.
Her
laughter
was
the
most
catching
I
ever
heard
;
it
would
begin
,
a
low
peal
in
her
throat
,
and
would
grow
louder
and
louder
till
her
whole
vast
body
shook
.
She
loved
three
things
—
a
joke
,
a
glass
of
wine
,
and
a
handsome
man
.
To
have
known
her
is
a
privilege
.
She
was
the
best
cook
on
the
island
,
and
she
adored
good
food
.
From
morning
till
night
you
saw
her
sitting
on
a
low
chair
in
the
kitchen
,
surrounded
by
a
Chinese
cook
and
two
or
three
native
girls
,
giving
her
orders
,
chatting
sociably
with
all
and
sundry
,
and
tasting
the
savoury
messes
she
devised
.
When
she
wished
to
do
honour
to
a
friend
she
cooked
the
dinner
with
her
own
hands
.
Hospitality
was
a
passion
with
her
,
and
there
was
no
one
on
the
island
who
need
go
without
a
dinner
when
there
was
anything
to
eat
at
the
Hotel
de
la
Fleur
.
She
never
turned
her
customers
out
of
her
house
because
they
did
not
pay
their
bills
.
She
always
hoped
they
would
pay
when
they
could
.
There
was
one
man
there
who
had
fallen
on
adversity
,
and
to
him
she
had
given
board
and
lodging
for
several
months
.
When
the
Chinese
laundryman
refused
to
wash
for
him
without
payment
she
had
sent
his
things
to
be
washed
with
hers
.
She
could
not
allow
the
poor
fellow
to
go
about
in
a
dirty
shirt
,
she
said
,
and
since
he
was
a
man
,
and
men
must
smoke
,
she
gave
him
a
franc
a
day
for
cigarettes
.
She
used
him
with
the
same
affability
as
those
of
her
clients
who
paid
their
bills
once
a
week
.
