But I think Lord Findon wants it.

I shouldn't wonder if he turned up this afternoon!' 'Ah ?' Watson raised his great shoulders with a gesture which might have been sarcastic, but was perhaps more than anything else languid and weary.

He returned to his own picture, looking at it with a painful intensity.
'Nobody will ever want to buy that!' he said, quietly.
Cuningham stood beside him, embarrassed.
'It's full of fine things,' he said, after a moment.

'But--' 'You wish I wouldn't paint such damned depressing subjects ?' 'I wish you'd sometimes condescend to think of the public, old fellow!' 'That--_never_!' said the other, under his breath.

'Starve--and please yourself! But I shan't starve--you forget that.' 'Worse luck!' laughed Cuningham.