Ah! is there any
pain like that of discovering that all the toil of years has been in
vain, that the best you can do--the best that the spiritual world
permits you to do--is as far off the goal as when you began?'
'And so you failed after all, Mr. Wilderspin?' I said, anxious to get
him away so that I might talk to Cyril alone upon the one subject at
my heart.
'I told the model I should want her no more,' said Wilderspin, 'and
for two days and nights I sat in the studio in a dream, and could get
nothing to pass my lips but bread and water. Then it was that Mary
Wilderspin, my mother, remembered me, blessed me--sent me a
spiritual body--'
'For God's sake!' I whispered to Cyril, 'take the good madman away;
you don't know how his prattle harrows me just now.'
'Ah! never,' said Wilderspin, 'shall I forget that sunny morning when
was first revealed to me--'
'My dear fellow,' said Cyril, 'to tell the adventures of that sunny
morning would, as I know from experience, keep us here for the next
three hours. So, as I must not miss my train, and as you cannot spare
a second from "Ruth and Boaz," come along.
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