morose.

The only great things he genuinely loved and revered were the Elgin
Marbles. He was constantly sketching them. And I am told that they
have had great influence on his work and that he owes much to them.
I have grown to admire them immensely myself in consequence, though
I used to find that part of the British Museum a rather dreary
lounge in the days when Barty used to draw there.

I am the proud possessor of a Velasquez, two Titians, and a
Rembrandt; but, as a rule, I like to encourage the art of my own
time and country and that of modern France.

And I suppose there's hardly a great painter living, or recently
dead, some of whose work is not represented on my walls, either in
London, Paris, or Scotland; or at Marsfield, where so much of my
time is spent; although the house is not mine, it's my real home;
and thither I have always been allowed to send my best pictures, and
my best bric-a-brac, my favorite horses and dogs, and the oldest and
choicest liquors that were ever stored in the cellars of
Vougeot-Conti & Co. Old bachelor friends have their privileges, and
Uncle Bob has known how to make himself at home in Marsfield.

Barty soon got better off, and moved into better lodgings in Berners
Street; a sitting-room and bedroom at No. 12B, which has now
disappeared.

And there he worked all day, without haste and without rest, and at
last in solitude; and found he could work twice as well with no
companion but his pipe and his lay figure, from which he made most
elaborate studies of drapery, in pen and ink; first in the manner of
Sandys and Albert Duerer! later in the manner of Millais, Walker, and
Keene.

Also he acquired the art of using the living model for his little
illustrations. It had become the fashion; a new school had been
founded with _Once a Week_ and the _Cornhill Magazine_, it seems;
besides those already named, there were Lawless, du Maurier,
Poynter, not to mention Holman Hunt and F. Leighton; and a host of
new draughtsmen, most industrious apprentices, whose talk and
example soon weaned Barty from a mixed and somewhat rowdy crew.

And all became more or less friends of his; a very good thing, for
they were admirable in industry and talent, thorough artists and
very good fellows all round. Need I say they have all risen to fame
and fortune--as becomes poetical justice?

He also kept in touch with his old brother officers, and that was a
good thing too.

But there were others he go