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“You’ll make a convert of me yet, Fletcher,” replied Cowperwood. “You
or art will be the ruin of me. I’m inclined that way temperamentally as
it is, I think, and between you and Ellsworth and Gordon
Strake”—another young man intensely interested in painting—“you’ll
complete my downfall. Strake has a splendid idea. He wants me to begin
right now—I’m using that word ‘right’ in the sense of ‘properly,’” he
commented—“and get what examples I can of just the few rare things in
each school or period of art which would properly illustrate each. He
tells me the great pictures are going to increase in value, and what I
could get for a few hundred thousand now will be worth millions later.
He doesn’t want me to bother with American art.”
“He’s right,” exclaimed Gray, “although it isn’t good business for me
to praise another art man. It would take a great deal of money,
though.”
“Not so very much. At least, not all at once. It would be a matter of
years, of course. Strake thinks that some excellent examples of
different periods could be picked up now and later replaced if anything
better in the same held showed up.”
His mind, in spite of his outward placidity, was tinged with a great
seeking. Wealth, in the beginning, had seemed the only goal, to which
had been added the beauty of women. And now art, for art’s sake—the
first faint radiance of a rosy dawn—had begun to shine in upon him, and
to the beauty of womanhood he was beginning to see how necessary it was
to add the beauty of life—the beauty of material background—how, in
fact, the only background for great beauty was great art. This girl,
this Aileen Butler, her raw youth and radiance, was nevertheless
creating in him a sense of the distinguished and a need for it which
had never existed in him before to the same degree. It is impossible to
define these subtleties of reaction, temperament on temperament, for no
one knows to what degree we are marked by the things which attract us.
A love affair such as this had proved to be was little less or more
than a drop of coloring added to a glass of clear water, or a foreign
chemical agent introduced into a delicate chemical formula.
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