Connoisseurs laugh, students of art shriek a little, and Ruskin writes a scathing letter, which was what he had played for.

He had got something for nothing cheaply.

The few who knew and despised him did not matter, for they were able and learned and obscure, and, in the world where he moves, most people are superficial, mediocre, and 'tuppence coloured.' It was all very brilliant.

He pursued his notoriety, and got it." "Industrious Eglington!" "But, yes, he is industrious.

It is all business.