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Charlie jumped up, his eyes full of tears, and without a word ran
out of the studio. His mother followed him more slowly. As she passed
Mendoza, she said, "I'd like to know what you really think of the pic-
tures."
"Madam," said Mendoza, "I have done what we agreed. I didn't
say that I would tell you what I really think."
She laughed and went out. Mendoza opened the window and
raised his hand once, and then again. Then he closed the window and
went back to his work.
…The story now takes us to a bench by the river Thames, where
young Charlie is sitting with his head in his hands. He did not go home
with his mother, because he did not want to hear the sound of her voice
as she laughed at all he had done, and his dreams for the future. He was
only nineteen, he thought, and now, after Mendoza's terrible words…
"No!" he said to himself. "I will continue, I must: there is nothing else
in my life. But what shall I live on? Mother will give me nothing if I
refuse to go in for politics. Oh! If I only had my own money – fifty
pounds a year is enough for me. But I have nothing – nothing!"
His mind was so full of these unhappy thoughts that at first he
didn't notice the man who was standing it front of him. The man spoke
to him, but he didn't hear until his name was repeated. "Are you
Charles Burtenshaw?" the man asked.
"Yes, I am," Charlie answered. "What do you want?"
"I have a letter for you," the man said, "Read it, please."
Charlie took the letter and read: « If Charles Burtenshaw comes
to the office of Crumpton and Company, lawyers, in Bedford Street, he
will hear something that is very important to him."
"I’ve come from Crumpton and Company," the man said, when
Charlie raised his eyes from the letter. "Mr. Crumpton asked me to find
you and bring you to him at once. Come with me, please."
"What is it about?" Charlie asked. Hope suddenly came to his
mind, and his eyes became brighter. "Has somebody left me money?"
"I can't say, sir," the man answered. "Perhaps it will be simpler if
you come with me and hear about it yourself. Bedford Street is not far
from here."
A quarter of an hour later, Charlie was sitting in the office of
Crumpton and Company. Mr. Crumpton was speaking to him. "I can
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tell you everything in a very few words," he said. "One of our clients
has put one thousand pounds into our hands. Don't ask who this client
is, or why he or she has done this, because I’ll not tell you. All you
need to know is, that the money is for you. You will come to this office
every Saturday, to receive four pounds, until you have received the
whole one thousand pounds. That means you will have four pounds a
week for almost five years. You may do whatever you like with the
money."
He put four pounds on the table in front of Charlie. "This is your
money for the first week," he said. "That is all, I think. Good-bye!"
"But – but – " Charlie began.
"No buts, Mr. Burtenshaw," Mr. Crumpton said. "Our business is
over. Henry!" he said to the man who had come to Charlie by the
Thames. "Show Mr. Burtenshaw the way out!"
"But – but – "Charlie cried. Henry came to him and took his arm.
"This way, sir," he said. Charlie found himself in the corridor. In one
hand he was holding his drawings, in the other hand were his four
pounds.
"But – but – " he said, and found himself in the street.
…Our story begins again four years later. Mendoza's servant has
just come into the studio and told him that Mr. Charles Burtenshaw had
come and would be glad if Mendoza could receive him. Mendoza went
to the door himself and opened it. He held out his hand to Charlie, who
was waiting there.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Burtenshaw," he said. "I am very glad to
see you. I am afraid I wasn't very friendly to you at our last meeting
four years ago, and I hope you are going to give me a chance to be
more pleasant."
"I hope you will find it possible to be more pleasant," Charlie
answered. "Though I am going to ask you to do the same thing: that is,
I want you to look at some of my drawings and tell me if there is any-
thing good in them." "So you did not go in for a political career?"
"No, I didn't. Let me show you what I went in for." Charlie put a
popular magazine on the table and opened it. Mendoza saw before him
a full-page drawing of Gulliver, lying on the ground with a hundred
little people around him and on him. A wonderful drawing, with the
name "Charles Burtenshaw" in the right-hand corner.
Charlie jumped up, his eyes full of tears, and without a word ran tell you everything in a very few words," he said. "One of our clients out of the studio. His mother followed him more slowly. As she passed has put one thousand pounds into our hands. Don't ask who this client Mendoza, she said, "I'd like to know what you really think of the pic- is, or why he or she has done this, because I’ll not tell you. All you tures." need to know is, that the money is for you. You will come to this office "Madam," said Mendoza, "I have done what we agreed. I didn't every Saturday, to receive four pounds, until you have received the say that I would tell you what I really think." whole one thousand pounds. That means you will have four pounds a She laughed and went out. Mendoza opened the window and week for almost five years. You may do whatever you like with the raised his hand once, and then again. Then he closed the window and money." went back to his work. He put four pounds on the table in front of Charlie. "This is your …The story now takes us to a bench by the river Thames, where money for the first week," he said. "That is all, I think. Good-bye!" young Charlie is sitting with his head in his hands. He did not go home "But – but – " Charlie began. with his mother, because he did not want to hear the sound of her voice "No buts, Mr. Burtenshaw," Mr. Crumpton said. "Our business is as she laughed at all he had done, and his dreams for the future. He was over. Henry!" he said to the man who had come to Charlie by the only nineteen, he thought, and now, after Mendoza's terrible words… Thames. "Show Mr. Burtenshaw the way out!" "No!" he said to himself. "I will continue, I must: there is nothing else "But – but – "Charlie cried. Henry came to him and took his arm. in my life. But what shall I live on? Mother will give me nothing if I "This way, sir," he said. Charlie found himself in the corridor. In one refuse to go in for politics. Oh! If I only had my own money – fifty hand he was holding his drawings, in the other hand were his four pounds a year is enough for me. But I have nothing – nothing!" pounds. His mind was so full of these unhappy thoughts that at first he "But – but – " he said, and found himself in the street. didn't notice the man who was standing it front of him. The man spoke …Our story begins again four years later. Mendoza's servant has to him, but he didn't hear until his name was repeated. "Are you just come into the studio and told him that Mr. Charles Burtenshaw had Charles Burtenshaw?" the man asked. come and would be glad if Mendoza could receive him. Mendoza went "Yes, I am," Charlie answered. "What do you want?" to the door himself and opened it. He held out his hand to Charlie, who "I have a letter for you," the man said, "Read it, please." was waiting there. Charlie took the letter and read: « If Charles Burtenshaw comes "Good afternoon, Mr. Burtenshaw," he said. "I am very glad to to the office of Crumpton and Company, lawyers, in Bedford Street, he see you. I am afraid I wasn't very friendly to you at our last meeting will hear something that is very important to him." four years ago, and I hope you are going to give me a chance to be "I’ve come from Crumpton and Company," the man said, when more pleasant." Charlie raised his eyes from the letter. "Mr. Crumpton asked me to find "I hope you will find it possible to be more pleasant," Charlie you and bring you to him at once. Come with me, please." answered. "Though I am going to ask you to do the same thing: that is, "What is it about?" Charlie asked. Hope suddenly came to his I want you to look at some of my drawings and tell me if there is any- mind, and his eyes became brighter. "Has somebody left me money?" thing good in them." "So you did not go in for a political career?" "I can't say, sir," the man answered. "Perhaps it will be simpler if "No, I didn't. Let me show you what I went in for." Charlie put a you come with me and hear about it yourself. Bedford Street is not far popular magazine on the table and opened it. Mendoza saw before him from here." a full-page drawing of Gulliver, lying on the ground with a hundred A quarter of an hour later, Charlie was sitting in the office of little people around him and on him. A wonderful drawing, with the Crumpton and Company. Mr. Crumpton was speaking to him. "I can name "Charles Burtenshaw" in the right-hand corner. 19 20
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