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  ’Binks,isthatatruebill?’saidTorpenhow,severelyThelittledogretreatedunderthesofacushion,andshowedbythefatwhitebackofhimthathereallyhadnofurtherinterestinthediscussion。
  ’Strikesmethatanotherdisreputabledogwentforawalk,too,’saidtheNilghai’Whatmadeyougetupsoearly?Torpsaidyoumightbebuyingahorse。’
  ’Heknowsitwouldneedthreeofusforaseriousbusinesslikethat。
  No,I
  feltlonesomeandunhappy,soIwentouttolookatthesea,andwatchtheprettyshipsgoby。’
  ’Wheredidyougo?’
  ’SomewhereontheChannelProglyorSnigly,orsomewatering-placewasitsname;I’veforgotten;butitwasonlytwohours’runfromLondonandtheshipswentby。’
  ’Didyouseeanythingyouknew?’
  ’OnlytheBarralongoutwardstoAustralia,andanOdessagrain-boatloadeddownbytheheadItwasathickday,buttheseasmeltgood。’
  ’Whereforeputonone’sbesttrouserstoseetheBarralong?’saidTorpenhow,pointing。
  ’BecauseI’venothingexceptthesethingsandmypaintingduds。
  Besides,Iwantedtodohonourtothesea。’
  ’DidShemakeyoufeelrestless?’askedtheNilghai,keenly。
  ’CrazyDon’tspeakofitI’msorryIwent。’
  TorpenhowandtheNilghaiexchangedalookasDick,stooping,busiedhimselfamongtheformer’sbootsandtrees。
  ’Thesewilldo,’hesaidatlast;’Ican’tsayIthinkmuchofyourtasteinslippers,butthefit’sthething。’Heslippedhisfeetintoapairofsock-likesambhur-skinfootcoverings,foundalongchair,andlayatlength。
  ’They’remyownpetpair,’Torpenhowsaid’Iwasjustgoingtoputthemonmyself。’
  ’AllyourreprehensibleselfishnessJustbecauseyouseemehappyforaminute,youwanttoworrymeandstirmeupFindanotherpair。’
  ’GoodforyouthatDickcan’twearyourclothes,TorpYoutwolivecommunistically,’saidtheNilghai。
  ’DickneverhasanythingthatIcanwearHe’sonlyusefultospongeupon。’
  ’Confoundyou,haveyoubeenrummagingroundamongmyclothes,then?’saidDick’Iputasovereigninthetobacco-jaryesterday。
  Howdoyouexpectamantokeephisaccountsproperlyifyou——’
  HeretheNilghaibegantolaugh,andTorpenhowjoinedhim。
  ’Hidasovereignyesterday!You’renosortoffinancierYoulentmeafiveraboutamonthbackDoyouremember?’Torpenhowsaid。
  ’Yes,ofcourse。’
  ’DoyourememberthatIpaidityoutendayslater,andyouputitatthebottomofthetobacco?’
  ’ByJove,didI?Ithoughtitwasinoneofmycolour-boxes。’
  ’Youthought!AboutaweekagoIwentintoyourstudiotogetsome’baccyandfoundit。’
  ’Whatdidyoudowithit?’
  ’TooktheNilghaitoatheatreandfedhim。’
  ’Youcouldn’tfeedtheNilghaiundertwicethemoney——notthoughyougavehimArmybeefWell,IsupposeIshouldhavefounditoutsoonerorlaterWhatistheretolaughat?’
  ’You’reamostamazingcuckooinmanydirections,’saidtheNilghai,stillchucklingoverthethoughtofthedinner’NevermindWehadbothbeenworkingveryhard,anditwasyourunearnedincrementwespent,andasyou’reonlyaloaferitdidn’tmatter。’
  ’That’spleasant——fromthemanwhoisburstingwithmymeat,too。
  I’llgetthatdinnerbackoneofthesedaysSupposewegotoatheatrenow。’
  ’Putourbootson,——anddress,——andwash?’TheNilghaispokeverylazily。
  ’Iwithdrawthemotion。’
  ’Suppose,justforachange——asastartlingvariety,youknow——we,thatistosaywe,getourcharcoalandourcanvasandgoonwithourwork。’
  Torpenhowspokepointedly,butDickonlywriggledhistoesinsidethesoftleathermoccasins。
  ’Whataone-ideaedcluckerthatis!IfIhadanyunfinishedfiguresonhand,Ihaven’tanymodel;ifIhadmymodel,Ihaven’tanyspray,andI
  neverleavecharcoalunfixedovernight;andifIhadmysprayandtwentyphotographsofbackgrounds,Icouldn’tdoanythingto-nightI
  don’tfeelthatway。’
  ’Binkie-dog,he’salazyhog,isn’the?’saidtheNilghai。
  ’Verygood,Iwilldosomework,’saidDick,risingswiftly’I’llfetchtheNungapungaBook,andwe’lladdanotherpicturetotheNilghaiSaga。’
  ’Aren’tyouworryinghimalittletoomuch?’askedtheNilghai,whenDickhadlefttheroom。
  ’Perhaps,butIknowwhathecanturnoutifhelikesItmakesmesavagetohearhimpraisedforpastworkwhenIknowwhatheoughttodoYouandIarearrangedfor——’
  ’ByKismetandourownpowers,more’sthepityIhavedreamedofagooddeal。’
  ’SohaveI,butweknowourlimitationsnowI’mdashedifIknowwhatDick’smaybewhenhegiveshimselftohisworkThat’swhatmakesmesokeenabouthim。’
  ’Andwhenall’ssaidanddone,youwillbeputaside——quiterightly——forafemalegirl。’
  ’IwonderWheredoyouthinkhehasbeento-day?’
  ’TotheseaDidn’tyouseethelookinhiseyeswhenhetalkedabouther?
  He’sasrestlessasaswallowinautumn。’
  ’Yes;butdidhegoalone?’
  ’Idon’tknow,andIdon’tcare,buthehasthebeginningsofthego-feveruponhimHewantstoup-stakesandmoveoutThere’snomistakingthesignsWhateverhemayhavesaidbefore,hehasthecalluponhimnow。’
  ’Itmightbehissalvation,’Torpenhowsaid。
  ’Perhaps——ifyoucaretotaketheresponsibilityofbeingasaviour。’
  Dickreturnedwiththebigclaspedsketch-bookthattheNilghaiknewwellanddidnotlovetoomuchInitDickhaddrawnallmannerofmovingincidents,experiencedbyhimselforrelatedtohimbytheothers,ofallthefourcornersoftheearthButthewiderrangeoftheNilghai’sbodyandlifeattractedhimmostWhentruthfailedhefellbackonfictionofthewildest,andrepresentedincidentsintheNilghai’scareerthatwereunseemly,——hismarriageswithmanyAfricanprincesses,hisshamelessbetrayal,forArabwives,ofanarmycorpstotheMahdi,histattoomentbyskilledoperatorsinBurmah,hisinterviewandhisfears
  withtheyellowheadsmanintheblood-stainedexecution-groundofCanton,andfinally,thepassingsofhisspiritintothebodiesofwhales,elephants,andtoucansTorpenhowfromtimetotimehadaddedrhymeddescriptions,andthewholewasacuriouspieceofart,becauseDickdecided,havingregardtothenameofthebookwhichbeinginterpretedmeans’naked,’thatitwouldbewrongtodrawtheNilghaiwithanyclotheson,underanycircumstancesConsequentlythelastsketch,representingthatmuch-enduringmancallingontheWarOfficetopresshisclaimstotheEgyptianmedal,washardlydelicateHesettledhimselfcomfortablyonTorpenhow’stableandturnedoverthepages。
  ’WhatafortuneyouwouldhavebeentoBlake,Nilghai!’hesaid。
  ’There’sasucculentpinknessaboutsomeofthesesketchesthat’smorethanlife-like“TheNilghaisurroundedwhilebathingbytheMahdieh“——thatwasfoundedonfact,eh?’
  ’Itwasverynearlymylastbath,youirreverentdauberHasBinkiecomeintotheSagayet?’
  ’No;theBinkie-boyhasn’tdoneanythingexcepteatandkillcats。
  Let’sseeHereyouareasastained-glasssaintinachurchDeuceddecorativelinesaboutyouranatomy;yououghttobegratefulforbeinghandeddowntoposterityinthiswayFiftyyearshenceyou’llexistinrareandcuriousfacsimilesattenguineaseachWhatshallItrythistime?
  ThedomesticlifeoftheNilghai?’
  ’Hasn’tgotany。’
  ’TheundomesticlifeoftheNilghai,thenOfcourseMass-meetingofhiswivesinTrafalgarSquareThat’sitTheycamefromtheendsoftheearthtoattendNilghai’sweddingtoanEnglishbrideThisshallbeanepicIt’sasweetmaterialtoworkwith。’
  ’It’sascandalouswasteoftime,’saidTorpenhow。
  ’Don’tworry;itkeepsone’shandin——speciallywhenyoubeginwithoutthepencil。’Hesettoworkrapidly’That’sNelson’sColumn。
  PresentlytheNilghaiwillappearshinningupit。’
  ’Givehimsomeclothesthistime。’
  ’Certainly——aveilandanorange-wreath,becausehe’sbeenmarried。’
  ’Gad,that’scleverenough!’saidTorpenhowoverhisshoulder,asDickbroughtoutofthepaperwiththreetwirlsofthebrushaveryfatbackandlabouringshoulderpressedagainststone。
  ’Justimagine,’Dickcontinued,’ifwecouldpublishafewofthesedearlittlethingseverytimetheNilghaisubsidisesamanwhocanwrite,togivethepublicanhonestopinionofmypictures。’
  ’Well,you’lladmitIalwaystellyouwhenIhavedoneanythingofthatkindIknowIcan’thammeryouasyououghttobehammered,soI
  givethejobtoanotherYoungMaclagan,forinstance——’
  ’No-o——onehalf-minute,oldman;stickyourhandoutagainstthedarkofthewall-paper——youonlyburbleandcallmenamesThatleftshoulder’soutofdrawingImustliterallythrowaveiloverthatWhere’smypen-knife?Well,whataboutMaclagan?’
  ’Ionlygavehimhisriding-ordersto——tolambastyouongeneralprinciplesfornotproducingworkthatwilllast。’
  ’Whereuponthatyoungfool,’——Dickthrewbackhisheadandshutoneeyeasheshiftedthepageunderhishand,——’beingleftalonewithanink-potandwhatheconceivedwerehisownnotions,wentandspiltthembothovermeinthepapersYoumighthaveengagedagrownmanforthebusiness,NilghaiHowdoyouthinkthebridalveillooksnow,Torp?’
  ’Howthedeucedothreedabsandtwoscratchesmakethestuffstandawayfromthebodyasitdoes?’saidTorpenhow,towhomDick’smethodswerealwaysnew。
  ’Itjustdependsonwhereyouput’emIfMaclaganhadknowthatmuchabouthisbusinesshemighthavedonebetter。’
  ’Whydon’tyouputthedamneddabsintosomethingthatwillstay,then?’
  insistedtheNilghai,whohadreallytakenconsiderabletroubleinhiringforDick’sbenefitthepenofayounggentlemanwhodevotedmostofhiswakinghourstoananxiousconsiderationoftheaimsandendsofArt,which,hewrote,wasoneandindivisible。
  ’WaitaminutetillIseehowIamgoingtomanagemyprocessionofwivesYouseemtohavemarriedextensively,andImustrough’eminwiththepencil——Medes,Parthians,EdomitesNow,settingasidetheweaknessandthewickednessand——andthefat-headednessofdeliberatelytryingtodoworkthatwilllive,astheycallit,I’mcontentwiththeknowledgethatI’vedonemybestuptodate,andIshan’tdoanythinglikeitagainforsomehoursatleast——probablyyearsMostprobablynever。’
  ’What!anystuffyouhaveinstockyourbestwork?’saidTorpenhow。
  ’Anythingyou’vesold?’saidtheNilghai。
  ’OhnoItisn’thereanditisn’tsoldBetterthanthat,itcan’tbesold,andIdon’tthinkanyoneknowswhereitisI’msureIdon’tAndyetmoreandmorewives,onthenorthsideofthesquareObservethevirtuoushorrorofthelions!’
  ’Youmayaswellexplain,’saidTorpenhow,andDickliftedhisheadfromthepaper。
  ’Thesearemindedmeofit,’hesaidslowly’Iwishithadn’tItweighssomefewthousandtons——unlessyoucutitoutwithacoldchisel。’
  ’Don’tbeanidiotYoucan’tposewithushere,’saidtheNilghai。
  ’There’snoposeinthematteratallIt’safactIwasloafingfromLimatoAucklandinabig,old,condemnedpassenger-shipturnedintoacargo-boatandownedbyasecond-hadItalianfirmShewasacrazybasketWewerecutdowntofifteentonofcoaladay,andwethoughtourselvesluckywhenwekickedsevenknotsanhouroutofher。
  Thenweusedtostopandletthebearingscooldown,andwonderwhetherthecrackintheshaftwasspreading。’
  ’Wereyouastewardorastokerinthosedays?’
  ’Iwasflushforthetimebeing,soIwasapassenger,orelseI
  shouldhavebeenasteward,Ithink,’saidDick,withperfectgravity,returningtotheprocessionofangrywives’IwastheonlyotherpassengerfromLima,andtheshipwashalfempty,andfullofratsandcockroachesandscorpions。’