Life of James McNeill Whistler, . endance. Almost at once Whistlergot out his little colour-box and started for a shop front in a narrowstreet he knew. But first he had to find another kind of shop where hecould buy a rosette of the Legion of Honour, for his had been lost orforgotten, and he would have thought it wanting in respect to appearwithout it in France. The shopkeeper, to whom he explained, said, All right, monsieur, here is the rosette, but I have heard that storybefore. Whistler was furious, but in the end had to laugh. Hisdread of illness was again shown, for Beardsley, dying, was
Life of James McNeill Whistler, . endance. Almost at once Whistlergot out his little colour-box and started for a shop front in a narrowstreet he knew. But first he had to find another kind of shop where hecould buy a rosette of the Legion of Honour, for his had been lost orforgotten, and he would have thought it wanting in respect to appearwithout it in France. The shopkeeper, to whom he explained, said, All right, monsieur, here is the rosette, but I have heard that storybefore. Whistler was furious, but in the end had to laugh. Hisdread of illness was again shown, for Beardsley, dying, was in the town,and without knowing it we passed his window and Beardsley saw afterwards we called, Whistler refused to come, and it was wellhe did. Beardsley, however, was not the only person in DieppeWhistler would not meet. We had only our cycling costumes, we were staying at the HotelRoyal. When he came down to dinner, very late of course, he wascorrect in evening dress, the rosette in place, and we thought there348 [1897. (See page 322) thp: SMITHPASSAGE DU DRAGON LITHOGRAPH. W. 73 The End of the Eden Case was a suggestion of hesitation, but it was only a suggestion. He gavehis arm to E., who was in short cycling skirt, J. in knickerbockers, andas we went into the dining-room he turned to her, and, to a questionthat had never been asked, answered clearly, Mais ouiy Princesseand after that he had all the attention he wanted. Every touriststared, and we were escorted to our seats by the patron, and for therest of the evening, when he was not talking to the Princesse, he wasgiving good advice to the head waiter. The evening and the nightwere diversified periodically by Boldinis practical jokes, which did notkeep Whistler from being down early in the morning to see us Well, you know, cant I hold something ? he offered, as E. mountedher bicycle, and as he watched us wrheel along the sea-front, he toldMr. Kennedy, After all, OK., . . theres something in it ! Weasked Mr
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