"No man is pleased when he finds his occupation gone; and perhaps it's a little sad to me to find that you care for none of these things."
"I know you wouldn't wish me to affect an interest I do not feel," said Haggard with an ingenuous smile.
"No, there you're right. For we should find him out, shouldn't we, Wolff?"
The doctor of philosophy laughed. "It is our business to detect shams," he said. "Yes, I think we should have found you out."
"Then, Dr. Wolff, you'd better try your skill on Lucius; he poses as a man of taste, I don't."
At that moment the two young men entered the gallery.
"Here he is to answer for himself," said Haggard; "and I'll leave him to your tender mercies. If he be a sham Priest of Art, unfrock him by all means, Dr. Wolff," said Haggard with a laugh, as he sauntered away.
The two young men greeted their aged relative with respect, and nodded familiarly to Dr. Wolff.
"I verily believe, my lord, that this younger brother of mine has no soul," said young Lucius Haggard; "he actually tells me that the contemplation of pictures produces in him naught but headache."
"And a pain in the neck, Lucius; don't forget the pain in the neck," said his brother.