by letter that he would give him half what they
had agreed upon for the big picture for the two sketches and begged the
big picture as a gift. So Rothenstein cut the head and shoulders out
of the big one and sent him the arms and legs. It is the head he cut
out that I have. When Rothenstein and I and Coquelin become famous,
that will make a good story. I have also indulged myself in the
purchase of several of Cherets works of art. They cost three francs
apiece. We have had some delightful lunches at the Ambassadeurs with
Cushing and other artists and last night I went out into the Grande
Monde to a bal masque for charity at the palace of the Comtesse de la
Ferrondeux. It was very stupid and the men outnumbered the women 30 to
1, which are interesting odds. To-day we went to Whistler's and sat
out in a garden with high walls about it and drank tea and laughed at
Rothenstein. The last thing he said was at the Ambassadeurs when one
of the students picking up a fork said, "These are the same sort of
forks I have." Rothenstein said "yes, I did not know you dined here
that often." Some one asked him why he wore his hair long, "To test
your manners" he answered. He is a disciple of Whistler's and Wilde's
and said "yes, I defend them at the risk of their lives." Did I tell
you of his saying "It is much easier to love one's family than to like
them." And when some one said "Did you hear how Mrs. B. treated Mr.
C., (a man he dislikes) he said, "no, but I'm glad she did." It was
lovely at Whistler's and such a contrast to the other American salon I
went to last Sunday. It was so quiet, and green and pretty and
everybody was so unobtrusively polite.

Rothenstein wore my rosette and made a great sensation and I was
congratulated by Whistler and Abbey and Pennell. Rothenstein said he
was going to have a doublebreasted waistcoat made with rosettes of
decorations for buttons. Tomorrow Lord Dufferin has asked me to
breakfast at the Embassy. He was at the masked ball last night and was
very nice. He reminds me exactly of Disraeli in appearance. It is
awfully hot here and a Fair for charity has asked me to put my name in
"Gallegher" to have it raffled for. "Dear" Bonsal arrives here next
Sunday, so I am in great anticipation. I am very well, tell mother,
and amused. Lots of love.

DICK.

PARIS, June 13, 1893.

DEAR MOTHER:

There is nothing much to say except that things still go on. I feel
like one of