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"
How
did
you
manage
that
?
"
"
The
woman
where
I
get
my
bread
recommended
me
.
He
’
d
told
her
he
was
looking
out
for
someone
to
paint
him
.
I
’
ve
got
to
give
her
twenty
francs
.
"
"
What
’
s
he
like
?
"
"
Splendid
.
He
’
s
got
a
great
red
face
like
a
leg
of
mutton
,
and
on
his
right
cheek
there
’
s
an
enormous
mole
with
long
hairs
growing
out
of
it
.
"
Strickland
was
in
a
good
humour
,
and
when
Dirk
Stroeve
came
up
and
sat
down
with
us
he
attacked
him
with
ferocious
banter
.
He
showed
a
skill
I
should
never
have
credited
him
with
in
finding
the
places
where
the
unhappy
Dutchman
was
most
sensitive
.
Strickland
employed
not
the
rapier
of
sarcasm
but
the
bludgeon
of
invective
.
The
attack
was
so
unprovoked
that
Stroeve
,
taken
unawares
,
was
defenceless
.
He
reminded
you
of
a
frightened
sheep
running
aimlessly
hither
and
thither
.
He
was
startled
and
amazed
.
At
last
the
tears
ran
from
his
eyes
.
And
the
worst
of
it
was
that
,
though
you
hated
Strickland
,
and
the
exhibition
was
horrible
,
it
was
impossible
not
to
laugh
.
Dirk
Stroeve
was
one
of
those
unlucky
persons
whose
most
sincere
emotions
are
ridiculous
.
But
after
all
when
I
look
back
upon
that
winter
in
Paris
,
my
pleasantest
recollection
is
of
Dirk
Stroeve
.
There
was
something
very
charming
in
his
little
household
.
He
and
his
wife
made
a
picture
which
the
imagination
gratefully
dwelt
upon
,
and
the
simplicity
of
his
love
for
her
had
a
deliberate
grace
.
He
remained
absurd
,
but
the
sincerity
of
his
passion
excited
one
’
s
sympathy
.
I
could
understand
how
his
wife
must
feel
for
him
,
and
I
was
glad
that
her
affection
was
so
tender
.
If
she
had
any
sense
of
humour
,
it
must
amuse
her
that
he
should
place
her
on
a
pedestal
and
worship
her
with
such
an
honest
idolatry
,
but
even
while
she
laughed
she
must
have
been
pleased
and
touched
He
was
the
constant
lover
,
and
though
she
grew
old
,
losing
her
rounded
lines
and
her
fair
comeliness
,
to
him
she
would
certainly
never
alter
.
To
him
she
would
always
be
the
loveliest
woman
in
the
world
.
There
was
a
pleasing
grace
in
the
orderliness
of
their
lives
.
They
had
but
the
studio
,
a
bedroom
,
and
a
tiny
kitchen
.
Mrs
.
Stroeve
did
all
the
housework
herself
;
and
while
Dirk
painted
bad
pictures
,
she
went
marketing
,
cooked
the
luncheon
,
sewed
,
occupied
herself
like
a
busy
ant
all
the
day
;
and
in
the
evening
sat
in
the
studio
,
sewing
again
,
while
Dirk
played
music
which
I
am
sure
was
far
beyond
her
comprehension
.
He
played
with
taste
,
but
with
more
feeling
than
was
always
justified
,
and
into
his
music
poured
all
his
honest
,
sentimental
,
exuberant
soul
.
Their
life
in
its
own
way
was
an
idyl
,
and
it
managed
to
achieve
a
singular
beauty
.
The
absurdity
that
clung
to
everything
connected
with
Dirk
Stroeve
gave
it
a
curious
note
,
like
an
unresolved
discord
,
but
made
it
somehow
more
modern
,
more
human
;
like
a
rough
joke
thrown
into
a
serious
scene
,
it
heightened
the
poignancy
which
all
beauty
has
.
Shortly
before
Christmas
Dirk
Stroeve
came
to
ask
me
to
spend
the
holiday
with
him
.
He
had
a
characteristic
sentimentality
about
the
day
and
wanted
to
pass
it
among
his
friends
with
suitable
ceremonies
.
Neither
of
us
had
seen
Strickland
for
two
or
three
weeks
—
I
because
I
had
been
busy
with
friends
who
were
spending
a
little
while
in
Paris
,
and
Stroeve
because
,
having
quarreled
with
him
more
violently
than
usual
,
he
had
made
up
his
mind
to
have
nothing
more
to
do
with
him
.
Strickland
was
impossible
,
and
he
swore
never
to
speak
to
him
again
.
But
the
season
touched
him
with
gentle
feeling
,
and
he
hated
the
thought
of
Strickland
spending
Christmas
Day
by
himself
;
he
ascribed
his
own
emotions
to
him
,
and
could
not
bear
that
on
an
occasion
given
up
to
good
-
fellowship
the
lonely
painter
should
be
abandoned
to
his
own
melancholy
.
Stroeve
had
set
up
a
Christmas
-
tree
in
his
studio
,
and
I
suspected
that
we
should
both
find
absurd
little
presents
hanging
on
its
festive
branches
;
but
he
was
shy
about
seeing
Strickland
again
;
it
was
a
little
humiliating
to
forgive
so
easily
insults
so
outrageous
,
and
he
wished
me
to
be
present
at
the
reconciliation
on
which
he
was
determined
.
