First Artist. Who’ll be the next Academician?
Second Artist. Oh, Faddler, my dear fellow, unquestionably!
First Artist (incredulous). Nonsense!
Second Artist. Oh, there’s no doubt about it! A very good fellow, you know, and he’s lived a long time at St. John’s Wood!
ÆSTHETICS.
Fadsby (in agony; he’s a martyr to the decorative art of the nineteenth century). Oh! Mrs. Grabbit—I really must—implore you—to remove those chimney ornam—ugh!—those two—fictile abominations—from this room while I remain he-ar!
[Of all the artis’s, Mrs. Grabbit said, as she’d ever let her apartments to, he was the most partic’lar.
A BROAD HINT.
Stumpy Artist (to friend with a Government appointment and lots of time). Come and see my picture; can’t you come in the daytime early? And look ’ere: do you know a tall, handsome, gentlemanly-looking fellow, with a light beard and moustache, who would sit to me for my Hungarian Chief?