"Decidedly, decidedly; but might I make a suggestion?"
"Yes, yes."
"Well, now, frankly, the attitude of that man with the axe——"
"Which man with the axe?"
"He in the right-hand corner by the——"
"That's not a man with an axe, that's a lady with a fan, you old owl."
"Heavens!" cried Mr Verneede. "How could I have been so deceived, it was the light. Of course, of course, of course—a lady with a fan, it's quite obvious now. A lady with a fan—do you find these very small pictures pay, Leavesley?"
"Yes—no—I don't know. Sit down, like a good fellow; that's right—look here."
"I attend."