“I admit,” said Mr Foster, “there are many things that may, and therefore will, be changed for the better.”
“Not on the present system,” said Mr Escot, “in which every change is for the worse.”
“In matters of taste I am sure it is,” said Mr Gall: “there is, in fact, no such thing as good taste left in the world.”
“Oh, Mr Gall!” said Miss Philomela Poppyseed, “I thought my novel——”
“My paintings,” said Sir Patrick O'Prism——
“My ode,” said Mr Mac Laurel——
“My ballad,” said Mr Nightshade——
“My plan for Lord Littlebrain's park,” said Marmaduke Milestone, Esquire——
“My essay,” said Mr Treacle——
“My sonata,” said Mr Chromatic——