"I know nothing of Art." "It would sound very conceited, I suppose," said Felix, "if I were to say that it would be a good little chance for you to learn something.
You would ask me why you should learn; and I should have no answer to that.

I suppose a minister has no need for Art, eh ?" "He has need for good temper, sir," said Mr.Brand, with decision.
Felix jumped up, with his palette on his thumb and a movement of the liveliest deprecation.

"That 's because I keep you standing there while I splash my red paint! I beg a thousand pardons! You see what bad manners Art gives a man; and how right you are to let it alone.

I did n't mean you should stand, either.

The piazza, as you see, is ornamented with rustic chairs; though indeed I ought to warn you that they have nails in the wrong places.