Henri Matisse Painting

Henri Matisse Painting
He never left the cinema very quickly.It always took him a moment or twoto return to the prosaic reality of everyday life. He glanced round.Not many people this afternoon-naturally.They were allat the races.Mr Leadbetter did not approve of racing nor of playing cardsnor of drinking nor of smoking.This left him more energy to enjoy going tothe pictures. Everyone was hurrying towards the exit.Mr Leadbetter prepared to followsuit.The man in the seat in front of him was asleep-slumped down in hischair.Mr Leadbetter felt indignant to think that anyone could sleep withsuch a drama as Not a Sparrow going on. An irate gentleman was saying to the sleeping man whose legs werestretched out blocking the way: "Excuse me，sir."
Henri Matisse Painting
Mr Leadbetter reached the exit.He looked back. There seemed to be some sort of commotion.A comissionaire......a littleknot of people......Perhaps that man in front of him was dead drunk and notasleep...... He hesitated and then passed out-and in so doing missed the sensation ofthe day-a greater sensation even than Not Half winning the St Legar at 85to!" The commissionaire was saying: "Believe you're right，sir......He's ill......Why-what's the matter，sir?" The other had drawn away his hand with an exclamation and was examininga red sticky smear. "Blood......" The commissionaire gave a stifled exclamation.
Henri Matisse Painting