'It's glorious!' 'Where is it ?' 'In a house near here.

But father could get you in.' He hesitated, then laughed, ungraciously.
'I don't seem to have finished yet with the National Gallery.
Who--please--is the gentleman on your right ?' She smiled.
'Oh! don't you know him?
You must let me introduce him.

It is Mr.
Arthur Welby.

Doesn't he talk well ?' She introduced them.

Welby received the introduction with a readiness--a touch of eagerness indeed--which seemed to show a mind favourably prepared for it.
'Lord Findon tells me you're sending in a most awfully jolly thing to the Academy!' he said, bending across Madame de Pastourelles, his musical voice full of cordiality.