Wasn't Reynolds a clipper, that's all! and wasn't Rubens a brick! He was an ambassador, and Knight of the Bath; so was Vandyck.

And Titian, and Raphael, and Velasquez ?--I'll just trouble you to show me better gentlemen than them, Uncle Charles." "Far be it from me to say that the pictorial calling is not honourable," says Uncle Charles; "but as the world goes there are other professions in greater repute; and I should have thought Colonel Newcome's son----" "He shall follow his own bent," said the Colonel; "as long as his calling is honest it becomes a gentleman; and if he were to take a fancy to play on the fiddle--actually on the fiddle--I shouldn't object." "Such a rum chap there was upstairs!" Clive resumes, looking up from his scribbling.

"He was walking up and down on the landing in a dressing-gown, with scarcely any other clothes on, holding a plate in one hand, and a pork-chop he was munching with the other.

Like this" (and Clive draws a figure).

"What do you think, sir?
He was in the Cave of Harmony, he says, that night you flared up about Captain Costigan.