* * * * *

When Oscar Wilde was married, this Whistler telegram met him at the
door of St. James's Church, Sussex Gardens:

"Fear I may not be able to reach you in time for ceremony--don't
wait."

* * * * *

"Heaven!" said Oscar once, when the two were together at
Forbes-Robertson's and a pert flash fell from the artist's lips. "I
wish I had said that!"

"Never mind, dear Oscar--you will," retorted Whistler.

* * * * *

When Lady Archibald Campbell sat for her portrait Lord Archibald was
quite uncomfortable at the idea, and made certain that it was a
condescension, not a commission. The painting was duly completed,
received its due of scathing criticism, and became famous. At this the
lady, meeting the artist, remarked:

"I hear my portrait has been exhibited everywhere and become famous."

"Sh-sh-sh!" he said. "So it has, my dear Lady Archibald, but every
discretion has been exercised that Lord Archibald could desire. Your
name is not mentioned. The portrait is known as 'The Yellow