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Task 2 : SUMMARY (30%)

Title : Behind the Mask



Unless one is wealthy there is no use in being a charming fellow.
Romance is the privilege of the rich, not the profession of the unemployed.
The poor should be practical and prosaic. It is better to have a permanent
income than to be fascinating. These are the great truths of modern life
which Hughie Erskine never realised. He was a perfect gentleman who
was polite, good-looking and popular with men as with women but jobless.
The things that he owned were cavalry sword and a History of the
Peninsular War in fifteen volumes which was given by his late father. He
lived on two hundred a year that an old aunt allowed him. He had worked
on several jobs but nothing seemed to work. Ultimately he became
nothing, a delightful, ineffectual young man with a perfect profile and no
profession. His love life was Laura Merton, the daughter of a retired
Colonel who had lost his temper and his digestion in India, and had never
found either of them again. They were the ideal couple but could only be
married if Hughie could give a dowry of 10,000 pounds which was
demanded by the Colonel. Hughie found his solace in his great friend,
Alan Trevor who was a painter. He had been very much attracted by
Hughie at first, it must be acknowledged entirely on account of his
personal charm. However, after he got to know Hughie better, he liked him
quite as much for his bright buoyant spirits and his generous reckless
nature, and had given him the permanent entree to his studio. One
morning, Hughie came in and found Trevor putting the finishing touches to
a wonderful life-size picture of a beggar-man. The beggar himself was
standing on a raised platform in a corner of the studio. He was a wizened
old man, with a face like wrinkled parchment, and a most piteous
expression. Over his shoulders was flung a coarse brown cloak, all tears
and tatters; his thick boots were patched and cobbled and with one hand
he leant on a rough stick, while the other he held out his battered had for
alms. It was an amazing model but he was paid a penny for an hour while
Trevor could get two thousand pounds for the piece. Hughie was unhappy
with the payment and suggested the model should have a percentage as
they work quite as hard as the painter. But Trevor replied that there are
moments when Art almost attains to the dignity of manual labour. After
some time, the servant came in and told Trevor that the frame-maker
wanted to speak to him. He had to leave Hughie and the beggar-man for a
moment. Hughie felt sorry for the beggar-man and gave a sovereign into
his hand. He smiled and thanked him for his kindness. Then, Trevor
arrived, and Hughie took his leave, blushing a-little at what he had done.
That night, he met Trevor at the club who was glad that he had finished
and framed the art piece of the beggar-man. Trevor told Hughie that the
beggar-man was fond him and told his private affair to him. Hughie was
angry but he came to know that the beggar-man was one of the richest
men in Europe whose name was Baron Hausberg. He was ashamed of
the sovereign he gave him without knowing who he was. The next
morning, Baron s servant came to visit Hughie and gave a cheque of
10,000 pounds as a wedding present for him and Laura.

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