"Would you allow him to make a sketch of you, Mr. Landor? He is exceedingly anxious to do so."
"No; I do not wish my face to be public property. I detest this publicity that men now-a-days seem to be so fond of. There is a painting of me in England. D'Orsay, too, made a drawing of me" (I think he said drawing) "once when I was visiting Gore House,—a very good thing it was too,—and there is a bust executed by Gibson when I was in Rome. These are quite sufficient. I have often been urged to allow my portrait to be inserted in my books, but never would I give my consent." (Notwithstanding this assertion, it may be found in the "Last Fruit.") "It is a custom that I detest."
"But, Mr. Landor, you had your photograph taken lately."
"That was to oblige my good friend Browning, who has been so exceedingly kind and attentive to me. I could not refuse him."
"But, Mr. Landor, this is entirely between ourselves. It does not concern the public in the least. My friend wants to make a study of your head, and I want the study."
"O, the painting is for you, is it?"
"Yes. I want to have something of you in oil colors."
"Ah, to be sure! the old creature's complexion is so fresh and fair. Well, I'll tell you what I will do. Your friend may come, provided you come with him,—and act as chaperon!" This was said laughingly.
"That I will do with pleasure."
"But stop!" added Landor after a pause. "I must be taken without my beard!"