In that way I 'm in sight.

'It 's a more regular occupation!' that 's all I can get out of her.

A more regular damnation! Is it a fact that artists, in general, are such wicked men?
I never had the pleasure of knowing one, so I could n't confute her with an example.

She had the advantage of me, because she formerly knew a portrait-painter at Richmond, who did her miniature in black lace mittens (you may see it on the parlor table), who used to drink raw brandy and beat his wife.

I promised her that, whatever I might do to my wife, I would never beat my mother, and that as for brandy, raw or diluted, I detested it.