"Pepysing at an Exhibition..." March, 1667.
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“Lely?!”
“Oh, no…” sigh.
“Ah, there you are…Thought I’d drop by and see how the new portraits
were coming….”
“Mr. Pepys. What a blessing.”
“No problem, glad to the chance…Hmmn…No, no. Lely, now we discussed
this…”
“Did we, Mr. Pepys?”
“Yes, indeed. I went into no little detail about this last time I was
here. You don’t want to paint my Lady Castlemaine in this light.”
“I don’t?”
“No, of course not. It totally obscures the luminous glow of her
skin.”
“Luminous glow…I see.”
“Here, let me show you…”
“Mr. Pepys, if you wouldn’t mind giving me back that brush…”
“There, much better. See?”
Thank God I substituted the old practice work…Lely sighs.
“Yes, very nice, Mr. Pepys. Now if you wouldn’t mind…?”
“Of course, of course…Don’t mind me. Now what do we have here…?”
“Mr. Pepys, those pigments are priceless!”
“Hmmph…Rather dull, I would say. Now you know Halys has some
wonderful bright things…”
“Susan?! Susan!!!! “
“Anything wrong?”
“Oh, no, Mr. Pepys. Susan just doesn’t hear all that well.”
“Sir?”
“Ah, Susan. Would you mind showing Mr. Pepys our latest work…
Upstairs?”
“Ah…Susan…” Sam beams.
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