I have been
ushered by Chipstone's black servant through hall after hall peopled with
plaster gods and heroes, into Chipstone's own magnificent studio, where
he sat longing vainly for an order, and justly dreading his landlord's
call for the rent. And, seeing how severely these gentlemen were taxed in
their profession, I have been grateful for my own more fortunate one,
which necessitates cringing to no patron; which calls for no keeping up
of appearances; and which requires no stock-in-trade save the workman's
industry, his best ability, and a dozen sheets of paper.
Having to turn with all his might to his new profession, Clive Newcome,
one of the proudest men alive, chose to revolt and to be restive at
almost every stage of his training. He had a natural genius for his art,
and had acquired in his desultory way a very considerable skill. His
drawing was better than his painting (an opinion which, were my friend
present, he of course would utterly contradict); his designs and sketches
were far superior to his finished compositions.
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