Waiter. Yes, sir. We had a gentleman here, only last week, as took a sketch of that very ’ill, sir.
Artist (abstractedly). Oh, indeed! Was he an artist?
Waiter (indignantly). Oh, no! sir—a perfect gentleman.
OUR ARTIST
IS NOT IN THE BEST OF TEMPERS. HE HAS BEEN DISTURBED OFTEN BY BARGES, AND BOTHERED BY THE BLUEBOTTLES, AND THEN HE’S ACCOSTED BY WHAT APPEARS TO HIM IN THIS IRRITABLE MOOD TO BE AN
Art-Critic (loq.). The picture looks better a goodish bit off, gov’nour!
Artist (maddened). Con-found—So do you, sir! [Party makes off hastily, “not liking the looks of him.”