'Mr. Hoare zays you're studying anatomy; that's no use—Sir Joshua didn't know it. Why should you want to know what he didn't?'
'But Michael Angelo did, sir.'
'Michael Angelo! what's he tu du here? You must peint portraits here!'
Haydon was roused to opposition.
'But I won't!'
'Won't,' screamed the little man, 'but you must! Your vather isn't a moneyed man, is he?'
'No, sir, but he has a good income, and will maintain me for three years.'
'Will hee? Hee'd better make 'ee mentein yeerzelf.'
'Do you think, sir, that I ought to be a pupil to anybody?'
'No,' said Northcote. 'Who's to teach 'ee here? It'll be throwing your vather's money away.'