"I only want to know what the h-ll this building is." The fat man was a little startled.

He took his pencil from his mouth, and spit.
"It's the new Picture Gallery, built under the will of that there Priam Farll.

I should ha' thought you'd ha' known that." Priam's lips trembled on the verge of an exclamation.

"See that ?" the fat man pursued, pointing to a small board on the hoarding.

The board said, "No hands wanted." The fat man coldly scrutinized Priam's appearance, from his greenish hat to his baggy creased boots.
Priam walked away.
He was dumbfounded.