After a few enquiries I closed with his offer of one and sixpence per
hour (always very generously interpreted), and promised to come up to
his house as soon as I had closed the shop, or say about 10.30 P.M. I
went, and laid the foundation of a friendship that still endures, the
artist in question having illustrated several of my books and done so,
in my poor opinion, better than any other living artist could have
done. But I am getting on too fast.
It must be remembered that as yet I had no experience of "modelling,"
knew absolutely nothing of what it meant to stand for half an hour
in one position, and in parenthesis I may say that I never learned
well. But I did my best, and my employer was pleased to say that my
intelligent appreciation of what he wanted was much more useful to him
than would have been the trained immobility of any professional model.
But oh! how I suffered. I thought I knew what hard work, what endurance
was. I got a severe shock. In justice to myself I must ask my readers
to remember that I had been up since 6 A.M., and it was now nearly
midnight, and that even if I had not been using my thews and sinews all
that time I had been up and about. Anyhow I know that after striking an
attitude which satisfied my employer and maintaining it for say seven
or eight minutes, I felt as if I was in some infernal torture chamber,
and though very anxious to _earn_ my money and to win approval I had to
give in.
But my employer was kindness itself, and though naturally intensely
anxious to carry out his ideas, he never took the slightest advantage
of my position, or insisted upon any pound of flesh. So far from that,
and I cannot tell what it meant to me then, as soon as my time was up I
was invited to a good supper, which his charming wife had prepared, and
at which I was made to feel a welcome guest, with no thought of that
hardly earned eighteen pence in the background. How much this kindly
intercourse helped me I have no means of knowing, but the impression it
made upon me at the time is no keener than the sense I have now of how
kind it was; and I have been an honoured guest in that friend's house
for the last ten years.
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