The doctor's prognostications had come true. Caspar was putting on a
pound a week, and had plunged into a fresh "creation" more symbolic
and encumbering than the monument of which he had been so
opportunely relieved. If there was any cloud on Stanwell's enjoyment
of life, it was caused by the discovery that success had quadrupled
Caspar's artistic energies. Meanwhile it was delightful to see
Kate's joy in her brother's recovered capacity for work, and to
listen to the axioms which, for Stanwell's guidance, she deduced
from the example of Caspar's heroic pursuit of the ideal. There was
nothing repellent in Kate's borrowed didacticism, and if it
sometimes bored Stanwell to hear her quote her brother, he was sure
it would never bore him to be quoted by her himself; and there were
moments when he felt he had nearly achieved that distinction.
Caspar was not addicted to the visiting of art exhibitions. He took
little interest in any productions save his own, and was moreover
disposed to believe that good pictures, like clever criminals, are
apt to go unhung.
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