"Frightfully rich, and a beast."
"That's comprehensive anyhow," said Leavesley.
"Most, most—most clear and comprehensive," concurred Mr Verneede.
"I hate him!" said Fanny, her eyes flashing, "and I wish he and his old fish stream were—boiled."
"That would certainly solve the difficulty," said Leavesley, scratching the side of his hand meditatively.
"And his beastly old solicitor too," continued the girl, tenderly lifting a lady-bird, that had somehow got into the studio and on to her knee, on the point of her finger. "Isn't he beautiful?"
"Most," assented Leavesley, gazing with an artist's delight at the white tapering finger on which the painted and polished insect was balancing preparatory to flight.
"Who is his solicitor, by the way?"
"Mr Hancock of Southampton Row."
"Mr Who?"