The Newcomes: Memoirs of a Most Respectable FamilyThackeray, William Makepeace
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The Newcomes: Memoirs of a Most Respectable Family
Thackeray, William Makepeace
Domestic fiction; Families -- England -- Fiction
“I am an historical painter; but whenever Lord Kew is painted I hope
his lordship will think of the old servant of his lordship’s family,
Charles Gandish,” cries the Professor.
“I am like Susannah between the two Elders,” says Lord Kew. “Let my
innocence alone, Smee. Mr. Gandish, don’t persecute my modesty with
your addresses. I won’t be painted. I am not a fit subject for a
historical painter, Mr. Gandish.”
“Halcibiades sat to Praxiteles, and Pericles to Phridjas,” remarks
Gandish.
“The cases are not quite similar,” says Lord Kew, languidly. “You are
no doubt fully equal to Praxiteles; but I don’t see my resemblance to
the other party. I should not look well as a hero, and Smee could not
paint me handsome enough.”
“I would try, my dear lord,” cries Mr. Smee.
“I know you would, my dear fellow,” Lord Kew answered, looking at the
painter with a lazy scorn in his eyes. “Where is Colonel Newcome, Mr.
Gandish?” Mr. Gandish replied that our gallant host was dancing a
quadrille in the next room; and the young gentleman walked on towards
that apartment to pay his respects to the giver of the evening’s
entertainment.
Newcome’s behaviour to the young peer was ceremonious, but not in the
least servile. He saluted the other’s superior rank, not his person, as
he turned the guard out for a general officer. He never could be
brought to be otherwise than cold and grave in his behaviour to John
James; nor was it without difficulty, when young Ridley and his son
became pupils at Gandish’s, he could be induced to invite the former to
his parties. “An artist is any man’s equal,” he said. “I have no
prejudice of that sort; and think that Sir Joshua Reynolds and Doctor
Johnson were fit company for any person, of whatever rank. But a young
man whose father may have had to wait behind me at dinner, should not
be brought into my company.” Clive compromises the dispute with a
laugh. “First,” says he, “I will wait till I am asked; and then I
promise I will not go to dine with Lord Todmoreton.”
CHAPTER XX.
Contains more Particulars of the Colonel and his Brethren
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