Pre-Raphaelitism and the pre-Raphaelite brotherhood . MY SON HILARY. verdict that Browning and poetry had parted companyfor ever could scarcely have escaped the poets ear. While I was working on my Innocents picture in aChelsea studio, my wife chanced to meet the owner of thehouse in Cheyne Walk in which I had painted The Lightof the World, and as she expressed her wish to visit theold studio of early davs, Mr. Tylor, the proprietor (who fromthat day became, with his family, valued friends), arrangedthe visit. It was dark when we sallied forth towards thehouse, which happened then to be unoccu
Pre-Raphaelitism and the pre-Raphaelite brotherhood . MY SON HILARY. verdict that Browning and poetry had parted companyfor ever could scarcely have escaped the poets ear. While I was working on my Innocents picture in aChelsea studio, my wife chanced to meet the owner of thehouse in Cheyne Walk in which I had painted The Lightof the World, and as she expressed her wish to visit theold studio of early davs, Mr. Tylor, the proprietor (who fromthat day became, with his family, valued friends), arrangedthe visit. It was dark when we sallied forth towards thehouse, which happened then to be unoccupied. As we XII PRE-RAPHAELITE BROTHERHOOD 337 approached the old building I looked at the blank windowswith singular interest ; no sign of light and life could beseen there, and all was dark and silent as we turned thecorner to the side entrance. Ascending the steps, 1knocked at the once familiar door. The sound could beheard reverberating through the vacant passages, but noapproaching steps came in response. Thinking that. MY DAUGHTER GLADYS. perhaps the caretaker was asleep, our friend rapped againmore noisily than I had done, but we listened in vain ; theonly echoes spoke of deserted chambers and untroddenstairs. As a prelude to our half-formed determination toabandon further attempt, we made one final appeal with aforce which resounded in the street, when suddenly a manappeared from the opposite side, who proved to be thecaretaker. He said that he had not expected us so soon,and as he had not the key with him he could not openthe door from outside, however, he would climb the VOL. IT Z 338 PRE-RAPHAELITISM AND THE chap. garden wall, and so get into the house and open it to had not long to wait before we heard the noise ofhis movements in the room below. We could trace himascending the stairs, followed by the hollow sound ofadvancing steps; the bolts were gratingly withdrawn,the key was turned, the chain disentangled and door at last was thrown open, and t
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