There hung all his great works, rejected by the Royal Academy, and neglected by the patrons of Art; and there, nevertheless, was he, blithely plying the brush; not rich, it is true, but certainly never without money enough in his pocket for the supply of all his modest wants.

Where did he find his resources?
I determined to ask him the question the very next time he came to the studio.
"Dick," I said (we called each other by our Christian names), "where do you get your money ?" "Frank," he answered, "what makes you ask that question ?" "Necessity," I proceeded.

"My stock of money is decreasing, and I don't know how to replenish it.

My pictures have been turned out of the exhibition-rooms; nobody comes to sit to me; I can't make a farthing; and I must try another line in the Arts, or leave your studio.

We are old friends now.