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"What's your profession in civilian life, _capitaine_?" the old man had asked as he filled in a form. "I am a painter, sir." "A painter?" the colonel exclaimed, dumbfounded. "A painter? Why, damn it all!" And after thinking it over for a minute he added, with the kindly wink of an accomplice in crime, "Well, let's put down _nil_, eh? It won't look quite so silly." * * * * * Captain Beltara and Aurelle soon became inseparable companions. They had the same tastes and different professions, which is the ideal recipe for friendship. Aurelle admired the sketches in which the painter recorded the flexible lines of the Flemish landscape; Beltara was a kindly critic of the young man's rather feeble verses. "You would perhaps be a poet," he said to him, "if you were not burdened with a certain degree of culture. An artist must be an idiot. The only perfect ones are the sculptors; then come the landscape painters; then painters in general; after them the writers. The critics are not at all stupid; and the really intelligent men never do anything." "Why shouldn't intelligence have an art of its own, as sensibility has?" "No, my friend, no. Art is a game; intelligence is a profession. Look at me, for instance; now that I no longer touch my brushes, I sometimes actually catch myself thinking; it's quite alarming." "You ought to paint some portraits here, _mon capitaine_. Aren't you tempted? These sunburnt British complexions----" "Of course, my boy, it is tempting; but I haven't got my things with me. Besides, would they consent to sit?" "Of course they would, for as long as you like. To-morrow I'll bring round young Dundas, the aide-de-camp. He's got nothing to do; he'll be delighted." * * * * * Next day Beltara made a three-crayon sketch of Lieutenant Dundas. The young aide-de-camp turned out quite a good sitter; all he asked was to be allowed to do something, which meant shouting his hunting cries, cracking his favourite whip and talking to his dog. "Ah," said Aurelle, at the end of the sitting, "I like that immensely--really. It's so lightly touched--it's a mere nothing, and yet the whole of England is there." And, waving his hands with the ritual gestures of the infatuated picture-lover, he praised the artlessness of the clear, wide eyes, the delightful freshness of the complexion, and the charming candour of the smile. But the Cherub planted himself in front of his portra
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