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thing in the world, lies like a stone on the beach for the careless passerby to pick up idly? Beauty is something wonderful and strange that the artist fashions out of the chaos of the world in the torment of his soul. And when he has made it, it is not given to all to know it. To recognize it you must repeat the adventure of the artist. It is a melody that he sings to you, and to hear it again in your own heart you want knowledge and sensitiveness and imagination.โ€

โ€œWhy did I always think your pictures beautiful, Dirk? I admired them the very first time I saw them.โ€

Stroeveโ€™s lips trembled a little.

โ€œGo to bed, my precious. I will walk a few steps with our friend, and then I will come back.โ€

XX

Dirk Stroeve agreed to fetch me on the following evening and take me to the cafรฉ at which Strickland was most likely to be found. I was interested to learn that it was the same as that at which Strickland and I had drunk absinthe when I had gone over to Paris to see him. The fact that he had never changed suggested a sluggishness of habit which seemed to me characteristic.

โ€œThere he is,โ€ said Stroeve, as we reached the cafรฉ.

Though it was October, the evening was warm, and the tables on the pavement were crowded. I ran my eyes over them, but did not see Strickland.

โ€œLook. Over there, in the corner. Heโ€™s playing chess.โ€

I noticed a man bending over a chessboard, but could see only a large felt hat and a red beard. We threaded our way among the tables till we came to him.

โ€œStrickland.โ€

He looked up.

โ€œHulloa, fatty. What do you want?โ€

โ€œIโ€™ve brought an old friend to see you.โ€

Strickland gave me a glance, and evidently did not recognise me. He resumed his scrutiny of the chessboard.

โ€œSit down, and donโ€™t make a noise,โ€ he said.

He moved a piece and straightway became absorbed in the game. Poor Stroeve gave me a troubled look, but I was not disconcerted by so little. I ordered something to drink, and waited quietly till Strickland had finished. I welcomed the opportunity to examine him at my ease. I certainly should never have known him. In the first place his red beard, ragged and untrimmed, hid much of his face, and his hair was long; but the most surprising change in him was his extreme thinness. It made his great nose protrude more arrogantly; it emphasized his cheekbones; it made his eyes seem larger. There were deep hollows at his temples. His body was cadaverous. He wore the same suit that I had seen him in five years before; it was torn and stained, threadbare, and it hung upon him loosely, as though it had been made for someone else. I noticed his hands, dirty, with long nails; they were merely bone and sinew, large and strong; but I had forgotten that they were so shapely. He gave me an extraordinary impression as he sat there, his attention riveted on his gameโ โ€”an impression of great strength; and I could not understand why it was that his emaciation somehow made it more striking.

Presently, after moving, he leaned back and gazed with a curious abstraction at his antagonist. This was a fat, bearded Frenchman. The Frenchman considered the position, then broke suddenly into jovial expletives, and with an impatient gesture, gathering up the pieces, flung them into their box. He cursed Strickland freely, then, calling for the waiter, paid for the drinks, and left. Stroeve drew his chair closer to the table.

โ€œNow I suppose we can talk,โ€ he said.

Stricklandโ€™s eyes rested on him, and there was in them a malicious expression. I felt sure he was seeking for some gibe, could think of none, and so was forced to silence.

โ€œIโ€™ve brought an old friend to see you,โ€ repeated Stroeve, beaming cheerfully.

Strickland looked at me thoughtfully for nearly a minute. I did not speak.

โ€œIโ€™ve never seen him in my life,โ€ he said.

I do not know why he said this, for I felt certain I had caught a gleam of recognition in his eyes. I was not so easily abashed as I had been some years earlier.

โ€œI saw your wife the other day,โ€ I said. โ€œI felt sure youโ€™d like to have the latest news of her.โ€

He gave a short laugh. His eyes twinkled.

โ€œWe had a jolly evening together,โ€ he said. โ€œHow long ago is it?โ€

โ€œFive years.โ€

He called for another absinthe. Stroeve, with voluble tongue, explained how he and I had met, and by what an accident we discovered that we both knew Strickland. I do not know if Strickland listened. He glanced at me once or twice reflectively, but for the most part seemed occupied with his own thoughts; and certainly without Stroeveโ€™s babble the conversation would have been difficult. In half an hour the Dutchman, looking at his watch, announced that he must go. He asked whether I would come too. I thought, alone, I might get something out of Strickland, and so answered that I would stay.

When the fat man had left I said:

โ€œDirk Stroeve thinks youโ€™re a great artist.โ€

โ€œWhat the hell do you suppose I care?โ€

โ€œWill you let me see your pictures?โ€

โ€œWhy should I?โ€

โ€œI might feel inclined to buy one.โ€

โ€œI might not feel inclined to sell one.โ€

โ€œAre you making a good living?โ€ I asked, smiling.

He chuckled.

โ€œDo I look it?โ€

โ€œYou look half starved.โ€

โ€œI am half starved.โ€

โ€œThen come and letโ€™s have a bit of dinner.โ€

โ€œWhy do you ask me?โ€

โ€œNot out of charity,โ€ I answered coolly. โ€œI donโ€™t really care a twopenny damn if you starve or not.โ€

His eyes lit up again.

โ€œCome on, then,โ€ he said, getting up. โ€œIโ€™d like a decent meal.โ€

XXI

I let him take me to a restaurant of his choice, but on the way I bought a paper. When we had ordered our dinner, I propped it against a bottle of St. Galmier and began to read. We ate in silence. I

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