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"Said you not, Godfrey," exclaimed Douw, after a long and fruitful gaze from his post of observation, and turning to Schalken, "that the hour he appointed was about seven by the clock of the Stadhouse?" SAID YOU NOT GODFREY EXCLAIMED DAL AFTER A LONG AND FRUITFUL GAZE FROM HIS POST OF OBSERVATION AND TURNING TO SHALKIN THAT THE HOUR HE APPOINTED WAS ABOUT SEVEN BY THE CLOCK OF THE STADHOUSE
the passage which had so recently, perhaps still, contained the person of his mysterious visitant, scarcely venturing to breathe till he had arrived in the open street. "Minheer Vanderhausen!" said Gerard Douw within himself, as the appointed hour approached, "Minheer Vanderhausen, of Rotterdam! I never heard of the man till yesterday. What can he want of me? A portrait, perhaps, to be painted; or a poor relation to be apprenticed; or a collection to be valued; or--pshaw! there's no one in Rotterdam to leave me a legacy. Well, whatever the business may be, we shall soon know it all." It was now the close of day, and again every easel, except that of Schalken, was deserted. Gerard Douw was pacing the apartment with the restless step of impatient expectation, sometimes pausing to glance over the work of one of his absent pupils, but more frequently placing himself at the window, from whence he might observe the passengers who threaded the obscure by-street in which his studio was placed. OKING TO THE RIGHT OR LEFT HE TRAVERSED THE PASSAGE WHICH HAD SO RECENTLY PERHAPS STILL CONTAINED THE PERSON OF HIS MYSTERIOUS VISITANT SCARCELY VENTURING TO BREATHE TILL HE HAD ARRIVED IN THE OPEN STREETNHEER VAN DERHAUSEN SAID GERARDOW WITHIN HIMSELF AS THE APPOINTED HOUR APPROACHED MYNHEER VAN DERHAUSEN OF ROTTERDAM I NEVER HEARD OF THE MAN TILL YESTERDAY WHAT CAN HE WANT OF ME A PORTRAIT PERHAPS TO BE PAINTED OR A POOR RELATION TO BE APPRENTICED OR A COLLECTION TO BE VALUED OR PSHAW THERE'S NO ONE IN ROTTERDAM TO LEAVE ME A LEGACY WELL WHATEVER THE BUSINESS MAY BE WE SHALL SOON KNOW IT ALL IT WAS NOW THE CLOSE OF DAY AND AGAIN EVERY EASEL EXCEPT THAT OF SHALKIN WAS DESERTED GERARD DAL WAS PACING THE APARTMENT WITH THE RESTLESS STEP OF IMPATIENT EXPECTATION SOMETIMES PAUSING TO GLANCE OVER THE WORK OF ONE OF HIS ABSENT PUPILS BUT MORE FREQUENTLY PLACING HIMSELF AT THE WINDOW FROM WHENCE HE MIGHT OBSERVE THE PASSENGERS WHO THREADED THE OBSCURE BY STREET IN WHICH HIS STUDIO WAS PLACED
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