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nearly friendless artist。 He was； therefore；
to wait until time had furnished him with
opportunity； and accident with success； and
then； if his labours were found sufficiently
lucrative； it was to be hoped that his
proposals might at least be listened to by her
jealous guardian。 Months passed away；
and； cheered by the smiles of the little
Rose； Schalken's labours were redoubled；
and with such effect and improvement as
reasonably to promise the realisation of his
hopes； and no contemptible eminence in
his art； before many years should have
elapsed。
The even course of this cheering
prosperity was； however； destined to
experience a sudden and formidable
interruption； and that； too； in a manner so
strange and mysterious as to baffle all
investigation； and throw upon the events
themselves a shadow of almost supernatural horror。
Schalken had one evening remained in
the master's studio considerably longer
than his more volatile companions； who
had gladly availed themselves of the
excuse which the dusk of evening afforded；
to withdraw from their several tasks； in
order to finish a day of labour in the
jollity and conviviality of the tavern。
But Schalken worked for improvement；
or rather for love。 Besides； he was now
engaged merely in sketching a design； an
operation which； unlike that of colouring；
might be continued as long as there was
light sufficient to distinguish between
canvas and charcoal。 He had not then；
nor； indeed； until long after； discovered the
peculiar powers of his pencil； and he was
engaged in composing a group of extremely
roguish…looking and grotesque imps and
demons； who were inflicting various
ingenious torments upon a perspiring and
pot…bellied St。 Anthony； who reclined in
the midst of them； apparently in the last
stage of drunkenness。
The young artist； however； though
incapable of executing； or even of
appreciating； anything of true sublimity；
had nevertheless discernment enough to
prevent his being by any means satisfied
with his work； and many were the patient
erasures and corrections which the limbs
and features of saint and devil underwent；
yet all without producing in their new
arrangement anything of improvement or
increased effect。
The large； old…fashioned room was
silent； and； with the exception of himself；
quite deserted by its usual inmates。 An
hour had passednearly twowithout
any improved result。 Daylight had
already declined； and twilight was fast giving
way to the darkness of night。 The
patience of the young man was exhausted；
and he stood before his unfinished production；
absorbed in no very pleasing ruminations；
one hand buried in the folds of his
long dark hair； and the other holding the
piece of charcoal which had so ill executed
its office； and which he now rubbed； without
much regard to the sable streaks which
it produced； with irritable pressure upon
his ample Flemish inexpressibles。
'Pshaw！' said the young man aloud；
'would that picture； devils； saint； and all；
were where they should bein hell！'
A short； sudden laugh； uttered start
lingly close to his ear； instantly responded
to the ejaculation。
The artist turned sharply round； and
now for the first time became aware that
his labours had been overlooked by a
stranger。
Within about a yard and a half； and
rather behind him； there stood what was；
or appeared to be； the figure of an elderly
man： he wore a short cloak； and broad…
brimmed hat with a conical crown； and in
his hand； which was protected with a
heavy； gauntlet…shaped glove； he carried a
long ebony walking…stick； surmounted with
what appeared； as it glittered dimly in the
twilight； to be a massive head of gold；
and upon his breast； through the folds
of the cloak； there shone what appeared
to be the links of a rich chain of the same
metal。
The room was so obscure that nothing
further of the appearance of the figure
could be ascertained； and the face was
altogether overshadowed by the heavy flap
of the beaver which overhung it； so that
not a feature could be discerned。 A
quantity of dark hair escaped from
beneath this sombre hat； a circumstance
which； connected with the firm； upright
carriage of the intruder； proved that his
years could not yet exceed threescore or
thereabouts。
There was an air of gravity and
importance about the garb of this person； and
something indescribably odd； I might say
awful； in the perfect； stone…like movelessness
of the figure； that effectually checked
the testy comment which had at once
risen to the lips of the irritated artist。
He therefore； as soon as he had suf…
ficiently recovered the surprise； asked the
stranger； civilly； to be seated； and desired
to know if he had any message to leave for
his master。
'Tell Gerard Douw；' said the unknown；
without altering his attitude in the
smallest degree； 'that Mynher Vanderhauseny
of Rotterdam； desires to speak
with him to…morrow evening at this
hour； and； if he please； in this room； upon
matters of weightthat is all。 Good…night。'
The stranger； having finished this
message； turned abruptly； and； with a
quick but silent step； quitted the room；
before Schalken had time to say a word in
reply。
The young man felt a curiosity to see in
what direction the burgher of Rotterdam
would turn on quitting the studio；
and for that purpose he went directly
to the window which commanded the
door。
A lobby of considerable extent
intervened between the inner door of the
painter's room and the street entrance； so
that Schalken occupied the post of
observation before the old man could possibly
have reached the street。
He watched in vain； however。 There
was no other mode of exit。
Had the old man vanished； or was he
lurking about the recesses of the lobby
for some bad purpose？ This last suggestion
filled the mind of Schalken with a
vague horror； which was so unaccountably
intense as to make him alike afraid to
remain in the room alone and reluctant to
pass through the lobby。
However； with an effort which ap…
peared very disproportioned to the
occasion； he summoned resolution to leave
the room； and； having double…locked the
door and thrust the key in his pocket；
without looking 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 street。
'Mynher Vanderhausen；' said Gerard
Douw within himself； as the appointed
hour approached； 'Mynher 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
younger son or a poor relation to be
apprenticed； or a collection to be valued； or
pshaw I 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 every
easel； except that of Schalken； was
deserted。 Gerard Douw was pacing the
apartment with the restless step of
impatient expectation； every now and then
humming a passage from a piece of music
which he was himself composing； for；
though no great proficient； he admired the
art； 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。
'Said you not； Godfrey；' exclaimed
Douw； after a long and fruitless gaze from
his post of observation； and turning to
Schalken'said you not the hour of ap…
pointment was at about seven by the clock
of the Stadhouse？'
'It had just told seven when I first saw
him； sir；' answered the student。
'The hour is close at hand； then；' said
the master； consulting a horologe as large
and as round as a full…grown orange。
'Mynher Vanderhausen； from Rotterdam
is it not so？'
'Such was the name。'
'And an elderly man； richly clad？'
continued Douw。
'As well as I might see；' replied his
pupil； 'he could not be young； nor yet
very old neither； and his dress was rich
and grave； as might become a citizen of
wealth and consideration。'
At this moment the sonorous boom of
the Stadhouse clock told； stroke after
stroke； the hour of seven； the eyes of
both master and student were directed to
the door； and it was not until the last
peal of the old bell had ceased to vibrate；
that Douw exclaimed：
'So； so； we shall have his worship
presentlythat is； if he means to keep his
hour； if not； thou mayst wait for him；
Godfrey； if you court the acquaintance of
a capricious burgomaster。 As for me； I
think our old Leyden contains a
sufficiency of such commodities； without an