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AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
had in his hand, and condescended graciously to listen to
my order.
I showed him, on the drawing, the shape of the mount
we required-—a rather peculiar geometric shape; but one,
had he understood his business, as easy to make as an oval
or circular mount. He looked greatly perplexed.
“ Perhaps,” said I, “ it is not your business to do these
things ?”
“ Oh yes, yes !” with a deep, bewildered sigh; “ it was his
business, but he was going out; perhaps I would call
again, or leave the drawings ?”
“ No ! I could do neither one nor the other,” was my
reply: “ Could he not take the dimensions ? that was but a
matter of a couple of moments.”
“ Well! he supposed he must trace the mount.”
Good heavens ! only imagine P. tracing a mount.
Would he not fly into a passion if one suggested such an
insult! Well, the mount was traced at length, by Mr.
Appleshoe, in a clumsy blind-beetle sort of a fashion, but
it was traced; and then I proceeded to explain that the
lines of the mounts must be slightly curved.
“ Curved ? curved ?” murmured Mr. Appleshoe, mus-
ingly.
“ Yes, curved !” exclaimed I, growing quite impatient
and exasperated: “ don’t you indeed know how to curve a
line ?—well, I never heard such an absurd thing in my life !
but if you can’t do it, do what you can without the curve;”
and went on to explain about a gold hue, and two pencil
lines that he must rule, between which we should wash
in pale tint of colour.
“ No, that indeed I cannot do : I cannot use a pencil-
that belongs to drawing ! I am a bookbinder; draw I
cannot; I am a bookbinder !” said he.
I fairly laughed outright; it was too absurd.
Up towards me, at this moment, from a further part of
AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
had in his hand, and condescended graciously to listen to
my order.
I showed him, on the drawing, the shape of the mount
we required-—a rather peculiar geometric shape; but one,
had he understood his business, as easy to make as an oval
or circular mount. He looked greatly perplexed.
“ Perhaps,” said I, “ it is not your business to do these
things ?”
“ Oh yes, yes !” with a deep, bewildered sigh; “ it was his
business, but he was going out; perhaps I would call
again, or leave the drawings ?”
“ No ! I could do neither one nor the other,” was my
reply: “ Could he not take the dimensions ? that was but a
matter of a couple of moments.”
“ Well! he supposed he must trace the mount.”
Good heavens ! only imagine P. tracing a mount.
Would he not fly into a passion if one suggested such an
insult! Well, the mount was traced at length, by Mr.
Appleshoe, in a clumsy blind-beetle sort of a fashion, but
it was traced; and then I proceeded to explain that the
lines of the mounts must be slightly curved.
“ Curved ? curved ?” murmured Mr. Appleshoe, mus-
ingly.
“ Yes, curved !” exclaimed I, growing quite impatient
and exasperated: “ don’t you indeed know how to curve a
line ?—well, I never heard such an absurd thing in my life !
but if you can’t do it, do what you can without the curve;”
and went on to explain about a gold hue, and two pencil
lines that he must rule, between which we should wash
in pale tint of colour.
“ No, that indeed I cannot do : I cannot use a pencil-
that belongs to drawing ! I am a bookbinder; draw I
cannot; I am a bookbinder !” said he.
I fairly laughed outright; it was too absurd.
Up towards me, at this moment, from a further part of