’Well, I’ll tell yer.  Yer be an eddicated man, and I likes to talk to them that ’as ’ad an eddication.  Yer says, and werry truly, just now, that changing the stable don’t change an ’orse into a hass, or a hass into an ’orse.  That is werry true, most true, none but a eddicated man could ’ave made that ’ere hobservation.  I likes yer for it.  Give us yer ’and.  The public just thinks too much of the stable, and not enough of what’s inside.  Leastways that’s my experience of the public, and I ’ave been a-catering for the public ever since I was a growing lad—­sides of bacon, ships on fire, good old ship on fire....  I knows the public.  Yer don’t follow me?’

‘Not quite.’

’A moment, and I’ll explain.  You’ll admit there’s no blooming reason except the public’s blooming hignorance why a man shouldn’t do as good a picture on the pavement as on a piece of canvas, provided he ’ave the blooming genius.  There is no doubt that with them ’ere chalks and a nice smooth stone that Raphael—­I ’ave been to the National Gallery and ’ave studied ’is work, and werry fine some of it is, although I don’t altogether hold—­but that’s another matter.  What was I a-saying of?  I remember,—­that with them ’ere chalks, and a nice smooth stone, there’s no reason why a masterpiece shouldn’t be done.  That’s right, ain’t it?  I ask you, as a man of eddication, to say if that ain’t right; as a representative of the Press, I asks you to say.’  Hubert nodded, and the pale-eyed man continued.  ’Well, that’s what the public won’t see, can’t see.  Raphael, says I, could ’ave done a masterpiece with them ’ere chalks and a nice smooth stone.  But do yer think ’e ’d ’ave been allowed?  Do yer think the perlice would ’ave stood it?  Do yer think the public would ’ave stood him doing masterpieces on the pavement?  I’d give ’im just one afternoon.  Them boys would ’ave got ’im into trouble, just as they did me.  Raphael would ’ave been told to wipe them out just as I was.’

The conversation paused; and, half amused, half frightened, Hubert considered the pale vague face, and he was struck by the scattered look of aspiration that wandered in the pale blue eyes.

‘I’ll tell you,’ said the man, growing more excited, and leaning further across the table; ’I’ll tell you, because I knows you for an eddicated man, and won’t blab.  S’pose yer thinks, like the rest of the world, that the chaps wot smears, for it ain’t drawing, the pavement with bits of bacon, a ship on fire, and the regulation oysters, does them out of their own ‘eads?’ Hubert nodded.  ’I’m not surprised that you do, all the world do, and the public chucks down its coppers to the poor hartist; but ’e aint no hartist, no more than is them ‘ere boys that did for my show.’  Leaning still further forward, he lowered his voice to a whisper.  ’They learns it all by ’art; there is schools for the teaching of it down in Whitechapel.  They can just do what they learns by ’art, not one of them could draw that ‘ere chair or table