"All right, eh? But you're put out about something, that's plain to see. Liver out of order, perhaps?"
"Oh no!"
"Why, then, there's nothing else that I can see."
"It's those wretched youngsters of mine."
"Ho, is that all?"
"All! As if it wasn't enough! I tell you they're going stark mad, the pair of them."
"Seems to me they've been that way a long time now."
"Oh, it's all very well to talk like that. But really, it's getting beyond all bearing. William's taken it into his head to go and be a painter."
"Well, and not a bad thing, either, as long as he does the work decently, with plenty of driers and not too much oil in the mixing. Look at Erlandsen up the river, he's made a good thing out of it."
"Oh, not that sort of painting. It's an artist, I mean. Painting pictures and things."