For Show Sunday.
"Shall you have many Pictures in this year?" i.e., He'll jump for joy if he gets one in.
"Is your big Picture going to Burlington House or the Grosvenor?" i.e., They wouldn't have it at an East-End Free Art Show.
"By Jove, dear boy, Burne-Jones will have to look to his laurels?" i.e., Green mist and gawky girls, as usual!
"What I love about your pictures, dear Mr. Stodge, is their Subtle Ideal treatment, so different, &c., &c.?" i.e., 'Tisn't like anything on earth.
"Best thing you've done for years, my boy; and, mark my words, it'll create a sensation!" i.e., Everybody says it'll be a great go, and I may as well be in it.
"Entre nous, I don't think Millais' landscape is to be compared with it?" i.e., I should hope not—for Millais' sake.
"Fancy hanging him on the line, and skying you! It's too bad?" i.e., His picture is.
"Glad you haven't gone in for mere 'pretty, pretty,' this time, old man;" i.e., It's ugly enough for a scarecrow.
"My dear Sir, it's as mournfully impressive as a Millet;" i.e., Dull skies and dowdy peasants!