French fiction -- 19th century; Sand, George, 1804-1876
"First of all, my dear Laurent, I entreat you, if you have any
friendship for me, not to indulge too often in foolish things which
injure your health. I will wink at all others. You may ask me to mention
one such, and I should be sadly embarrassed to do it; for I know very
few foolish things which are not injurious. So I must needs find out
what you call by that name. If you mean one of those long suppers you
spoke about the other day, I think that they are killing you, and I am
in despair. What are you thinking of, in God's name, to ruin thus, with
a smile on your lips, an existence so precious and beautiful? But you
want no sermons; I confine myself to prayers.
"As for your Englishman, who is an American, I have seen him, and as I
shall not see you to-night or to-morrow, to my great regret, I must tell
you that you were altogether wrong not to consent to do his portrait. He
would have offered you the eyes out of his head, and with an American
like Dick Palmer, the eyes out of his head means a goodly number of
bank-notes, of which you stand in need to prevent you from doing foolish
things, that is to say, from haunting gambling-houses in the hope of a
stroke of fortune which never comes to people of imagination, because
people of imagination do not know how to play cards, because they always
lose, and because they must thereupon appeal to their imagination for
the wherewithal to pay their debts--a trade to which that princess does
not feel adapted, and to which she cannot adapt herself except by
setting fire to the poor body she inhabits.
"You find me very outspoken, do you not? That does not matter to me.
Moreover, if we approach the subject from a more exalted standpoint, all
the reasons that you gave to your American and me are not worth two
sous. That you do not know how to paint portraits is possible, nay, it
is certain, if it must be done under the conditions which attend vulgar
success in that art; but Monsieur Palmer did not stipulate that it
should be so. You took him for a green-grocer, and you made a mistake.
He is a man of judgment and taste, who knows what he is talking about,
and who has an enthusiastic admiration for you. Judge whether I gave him
a warm welcome! He came to me as a makeshift; I saw it plainly enough,
and I was grateful to him for it. So I consoled him by promising to do
all that I possibly could to induce you to paint him. We will talk about
it the day after to-morrow, for I have made an appointment with the said
Palmer for that evening, so that he may assist me to plead his own
cause, and may carry away your promise.
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