Hiti. Any way he wasn’t an impressionist, that’s one comfort.
Han. And how does comforted Ignorance define an impressionist?
Hiti. Any blinkered fool who can’t see an outline, and couldn’t draw it if he did.
[Grins through damaged sign-board.
Han. If presumptuous Incapacity imagines that innuendo can prevent art from following science—
| Hiti. | [Together.] | Follow science—follow fiddle-sticks—follow its nose! |
| Pee. | Art can’t follow anything: it’s a law to itself. | |
| Lil. | Art is the handmaid of Religion: Science has nothing whatever to do with it. | |
| New. | Science be.... |
Tee. Oh, it’s no use quarrelling about theories. We all paint either what we think will tell, or what we think will sell:—those are the only two schools I know of. If you are a naturalist, you paint pink flesh and green trees.
New. Naturally!
Tee. If a luminist,—blue flesh and pink trees.
Han. Certainly!