The man who painted this didn't get any pleasure out of it.

But it's the same all round.

It is money and luxury and the struggle to live which are driving us all on and killing the artist's natural joy in his work.

And presently, as that odd little Frenchman said to me last year, we shall have dropped irretrievably into the "lowest depth of mediocrity."' 'Kendal!' said an eager voice close to his ear, while a hand was laid on his arm, 'do you know that girl ?' Kendal turned in astonishment and saw a short oldish man, in whom he recognised a famous artist, standing by, his keen mobile face wearing an expression of strong interest and inquiry.
'What girl ?' he asked, with a smile, shaking his questioner by the hand.
'That girl in black, standing by Orchardson's picture.

Why, you must know her by sight! It's Miss Bretherton, the actress.