ABSTRACT
Students of Art in Paris are usually attached to some painter of name, in whose wake they humbly follow. The master gives them so much of his time for criticism and advice, and when he is occupied on a work of any magnitude, employs the most capable to lay it in. In the case of lady students there is one little difference. The peculiar chivalry of the male sex comes strongly to the front. Time of work at M. Concert's was remarkable for a good deal of talk and some unlovely singularities. One day a splendid, brawny Hercules of a fellow came to M. Concert's, and the Swedes, who always carried their point, decided he should pose in the attitude of the Dying Gladiator. The model would not stay out the week; it was the first time he had ever posed for women, he said, and he vowed horribly it would be the last.
