Artists -- Fiction; England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; London (England) -- Fiction
These thoughts passed rapidly through her mind, not for the first, nor
even for the hundredth time, as she sat down upon the sofa and took
up the first book which came to hand, not even making a pretence of
reading it, but allowing it to lie listlessly on her lap. Geoffrey came
first, closely followed by Charley Potts, who advanced in a sheepish
way, holding out his hand. Margaret smiled slightly and gave him her
hand with no particular expression, a little dignified perhaps, but
even that scarcely noticeable. Then Bowker, who had kept his keen eyes
upon her from the moment he entered the room, and whom she had seen and
examined while exchanging civilities with Potts, was brought forward
by Geoffrey, and introduced as "one of my oldest and dearest friends."
Margaret advanced as Bowker approached, her face flushed a little, and
her eyes wore their most earnest expression, as she said, "I am very
glad to see you, Mr. Bowker. I have heard of you from Geoffrey. I am
sure we shall be very good friends." She gripped his hand and looked
him straight in the face as she said this, and in that instant William
Bowker divined that Margaret had heard of, and knew and sympathised
with, the story of his life.
She seemed tacitly to acknowledge that there was a bond of union
between them. She was as polite as could be expected of her to
Charley Potts; but she addressed herself especially to Bowker when
any point for discussion arose. These were not very frequent, for the
conversation carried on was of a very ordinary kind. How they liked
their new house, and whether they had seen much of the people of
the neighbourhood; how they had enjoyed their honeymoon in the Isle
of Wight; and trivialities of a similar character. Charley Potts,
prevented by force of circumstances from indulging in his peculiar
humour, and incapable from sheer ignorance of bearing his share of
general conversation when a lady was present, had several times
attempted to introduce the one subject, which, in any society, he could
discuss at his ease, art--"shop;" but on each occasion had found his
proposition rigorously ignored both by Margaret and Bowker, who seemed
to consider it out of place, and who were sufficiently interested
in their own talk. So Charley fell back Upon Geoff, who, although
delighted at seeing how well his wife was getting on with his friend,
yet had sufficient kindness of heart to step in to Charley's rescue,
and to discuss with him the impossibility of accounting for the high
price obtained by Smudge; the certainty that Scumble's popularity
would be merely evanescent; the disgraceful favouritism displayed by
certain men "on the council;" in short, all that kind of talk which
is so popular and so unfailing in the simple kindly members of the
art-world. So on throughout lunch; and, indeed, until the mention of
Geoffrey's pictures then in progress necessitated the generalising
of the conversation, and they went away (Margaret with them) to the
studio.
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