Nights: Rome, Venice, in the Aesthetic Eighties; London, Paris, in the Fighting Nineties

Certainly, he had got so far as to think he ought to be beginning to work, and he was in despair because he could not find in Rome a youth as beautiful as himself to pose for hi...

Nor was our temper improved when J.'s instinct, which in a strange place takes him straight where he wants to go, having got us into the _Ghetto_, failed to get us out again. Th...

Had we lived in Paris, no doubt we would have done as we did in Rome and Venice and have gone every night to the same restaurant where the same greeting from the same smiling _p...

But most constant of our little party was Jobbins, our one Englishman, who came in late to the _Orientale_--where, or if, he dined none of us could say--with the stool and canva...

When the evening came J. was off on a journey for work and I went alone to Fig-Tree House--the little old house, with a poor shabby London apology of a fig-tree in front, on Mil...

Once or twice we tried the big stuffy music-halls, also adapted to supply the travelling student of morals with the specimens he was in search of, but not dropping all local cha...

I have said that Henley seldom came to us--as indeed he seldom went anywhere or, for that matter, seldom stayed at home--without a contingent of his Young Men in attendance. I d...

Occasionally, a visitor from abroad appeared--Felix Buhot every Thursday that one winter, or, more rarely Paul Renouard, in London for the _Graphic_, his appearance an event for...

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And there followed the dinner--the amazing dinner as unlike the usual formal dinner of inauguration as could be. It was given in an upper room of the Hotel d'Italie in Old Compt...

Throughout dinner, at the head of the long table where we sat with the Swiss artist and an old German professor of art and an older Italian archæologist, the talk, as at the _Na...

Recently there have been Belgian nights--nights with those Belgian artists whose habit was never to travel at all until they started on their journey as exiles to London--a jour...

That started Bob Stevenson, who saw an argument and, for the sake of it, became ponderously patriarchal, hoary with convention. In point of years, it is true, he was older than...

There was never a _festa_ in the _Piazza_ that we were not there, watching or walking with the bewildering procession of elegant young Venetians, and peasants from the mainland,...

For the sake of posterity, if not for my own, I would have been wiser on Thursday nights to think less of my next morning's article than of his inventions. As it is, I retain me...

Again, I would have my Whistler nights, the background now not our chambers, but the memorable apartment in the Rue du Bac _rez-de-chaussée_ opening upon the spacious garden whe...