"How? What—what is your object?" said the artist.
"I want this subject drawn and etched," said the agent; "but now it is too late."
"When is it wanted?"
"Why, to-morrow."
"It shall be done."
"Impossible, Gilray!"
"Where are you going?"
"Onward to the Bank."
"When do you return?"
"At four o'clock." It was now eleven.