There would be a devil of a row and rumpus in Bond Street and elsewhere if they knew I was painting here instead of rotting in Westminster Abbey.

I don't propose to sign it--I seldom did sign my pictures--and we shall see what we shall see....

I've got fifteen hundred for little things not so good as that.

I'll let it go for what it'll fetch.

We shall soon be wanting money." The tears rose to Alice's eyes.