“Oh, come, I like that!” he exclaimed.  “Simple and unobtrusive!  Why everybody is staring at you now as if you had dropped from the moon!  You cannot be Armand Gervase and simple and unobtrusive at the same time!”

“Why not?” demanded Gervase, lightly.  “Fame is capricious, and her trumpet is not loud enough to be heard all over the world at once.  The venerable proprietor of the dirty bazaar where I managed to purchase these charming articles of Bedouin costume had never heard of me in his life.  Miserable man!  He does not know what he has missed!”

Here his flashing black eyes lit suddenly on Dr. Dean, who was “studying” him in the same sort of pertinacious way in which that learned little man studied everything.

“A friend of yours, Denzil?” he inquired.

“Yes,” responded Murray readily; “a very great friend—­Dr. Maxwell Dean.  Dr. Dean, let me introduce to you Armand Gervase; I need not explain him further!”

“You need not, indeed!” said the doctor, with a ceremonious bow.  “The name is one of universal celebrity.”

“It is not always an advantage—­this universal celebrity,” replied Gervase.  “Nor is it true that any celebrity is actually universal.  Perhaps the only living person that is universally known, by name at least, is Zola.  Mankind are at one in their appreciation of vice.”

“I cannot altogether agree with you there,” said Dr. Dean slowly, keeping his gaze fixed on the artist’s bold, proud features with singular curiosity.  “The French Academy, I presume, are individually as appreciative of human weaknesses as most men; but taken collectively, some spirit higher and stronger than their own keeps them unanimous in their rejection of the notorious Realist who sacrifices all the canons of art and beauty to the discussion of topics unmentionable in decent society.”

Gervase laughed idly.

“Oh, he will get in some day, you may be sure,” he answered.  “There is no spirit higher and stronger than the spirit of naturalism in man; and in time, when a few prejudices have died away and mawkish sentiment has been worn threadbare, Zola will be enrolled as the first of the French Academicians, with even more honors than if he had succeeded in the beginning.  That is the way of all those ‘select’ bodies.  As Napoleon said, ’Le monde vient a celui qui sait attendre.’”

The little Doctor’s countenance now showed the most lively and eager interest.

“You quite believe that, Monsieur Gervase?  You are entirely sure of what you said just now?”

“What did I say?  I forget!” smiled Gervase, lighting a cigarette and beginning to smoke it leisurely.

“You said, ’There is no spirit higher or stronger than the spirit of naturalism in man.’  Are you positive on this point?”

“Why, of course!  Most entirely positive!” And the great painter looked amused as he gave the reply.  “Naturalism is Nature, or the things appertaining to Nature, and there is nothing higher or stronger than Nature everywhere and anywhere.”