It was a drama of small smothered intensely private things, and I knew of but one other person in the secret; yet that person and I found it exquisitely susceptible of notation, followed it with an interest the mutual communication of which did much for our enjoyment, and were present with emotion at its touching catastrophe.The small case--for so small a case--had made a great stride even before my little party separated, and in fact within the next ten minutes.
In that space of time two things had happened one of which was that I made the acquaintance of Mrs.Brash; and the other that Mrs.Munden reached me, cleaving the crowd, with one of her usual pieces of news.What she had to impart was that, on her having just before asked Nina if the conditions of our sitting had been arranged with me, Nina had replied, with something like perversity, that she didn't propose to arrange them, that the whole affair was "off" again and that she preferred not to be further beset for the present.The question for Mrs.Munden was naturally what had happened and whether I understood.Oh I understood perfectly, and what I at first most understood was that even when I had brought in the name of Mrs.Brash intelligence wasn't yet in Mrs.Munden.She was quite as surprised as Lady Beldonald had been on hearing of the esteem in which I held Mrs.Brash's appearance.She was stupefied at learning that I had just in my ardour proposed to its proprietress to sit to me.Only she came round promptly--which Lady Beldonald really never did.Mrs.Munden was in fact wonderful;for when I had given her quickly "Why she's a Holbein, you know, absolutely," she took it up, after a first fine vacancy, with an immediate abysmal "Oh IS she?" that, as a piece of social gymnastics, did her the greatest honour; and she was in fact the first in London to spread the tidings.For a face--about it was magnificent.But she was also the first, I must add, to see what would really happen--though this she put before me only a week or two later.It will kill her, my dear--that's what it will do She meant neither more nor less than that it would kill Lady Beldonald if Iwere to paint Mrs.Brash; for at this lurid light had we arrived in so short a space of time.It was for me to decide whether my aesthetic need of giving life to my idea was such as to justify me in destroying it in a woman after all in most eyes so beautiful.The situation was indeed sufficiently queer; for it remained to be seen what I should positively gain by giving up Mrs.Brash.I appeared to have 'in any case lost Lady Beldonald, now too "upset"--it was always Mrs.Munden's word about her and, as I inferred, her own about herself--to meet me again on our previous footing.The only thing, I of course soon saw, was to temporise to drop the whole question for the present and yet so far as possible keep each of the pair in view.I may as well say at once that this plan and this process gave their principal interest to the next several months.Mrs.
