IN GALLERY NO. II.
The S. L. (doubtfully). H'm, No. 156. "Cloud Chariots"? Not very like chariots, though, are they?
Her Friend. I expect it's one of those sort of pictures that you have to look at a long time, and then things gradually come out of it, you know.
The S. L. It may be. (Tries the experiment.) No, I can't make anything come out—only just clouds and their reflections. (Struggling between good-nature and conscientiousness.) I don't think I can mark that.
IN GALLERY NO. III.
A Matron (before Mr. Dicksee's "Tannhäuser"). "Venus and Tannhäuser"—ah, and is that Venus on the stretcher? Oh, that's her all on fire in the background. Then which is Tannhäuser, and what are they all supposed to be doing? [In a tone of irritation.
Her Nephew. Oh, it tells you all about it in the Catalogue—he meets her funeral, you know, and leaves grow on his stick.
The Matron (pursing her lips). Oh, a dead person.
[Repulses the Catalogue severely and passes on.
First Person, with an "Eye for Art" (before "Psyche's Bath," by the President). Not bad, eh?