XIII. A Lady Reading Walter Sickert 221 XIV. A Book Plate Aubrey Beardsley 251 XV. A Book Plate R. Anning Bell 251 [Illustration: The Yellow Book An Illustrated Quarterly Volume I April 1894 London: Elkin Mathews & John Lane Boston: Copeland & Day] Ballantyne Press London & Edinburgh A Study By Sir Frederic Leighton, P.R.A. _Reproduced by the Swan Electric Engraving Company_ [Illustration: A Study] The Death of the Lion By Henry James I I had simply, I suppose, a change of heart, and it must have begun when I received my manuscript back from Mr. Pinhorn. Mr. Pinhorn was my "chief," as he was called in the office: he had accepted the high mission of bringing the paper up. This was a weekly periodical, and had been supposed to be almost past redemption when he took hold of it. It was Mr. Deedy who had let it down so dreadfully--he was never mentioned in the office now save in connection with that misdemeanour. Young as I was I had been in a manner taken over from Mr. Deedy, who had been owner as well as editor; forming part of a promiscuous lot, mainly plant and office-furniture, which poor Mrs. Deedy, in her bereavement and depression, parted with at a rough valuation. I could account for my continuity only on the supposition that I had been cheap. I rather resented the practice of fathering all flatness on my late protector, who was in his unhonoured grave; but as I had my way to make I found matter enough for complacency in being on a "staff." At the same time I was aware that I was exposed to suspicion as a product of the old lowering system. This made me feel that I was doubly bound to have ideas, and had doubtless been at the bottom of my proposing to Mr. Pinhorn that I should lay my lean hands on Neil Paraday. I remember that he looked at me first as if he had never heard of this celebrity, who indeed at that moment was by no means in the middle of the heavens; and even when I had knowingly explained he expressed but little confidence in the demand for any such matter. When I had reminded him that the great principle on which we were supposed to work was just to create the demand we required, he considered a moment and then rejoined: "I see; you want to write him up." "Call it that if you like." "And what's your inducement?" "Bless my soul--my admiration!" Mr. Pinhorn pursed up his mouth. "Is there much to be done with him?" "Whatever there is, we should have it all to ourselves, for he hasn't been touched." This argument was effective, and Mr. Pinhorn responded: "Very well, touch him." Then he added: "But where can you do it?" "Under the fifth rib!" I laughed. Mr. Pinhorn stared. "Where's that?"