I began by hauling old Lamb, puffing and blowing like a grampus, up to Amy Villa, filling him up all the way with denunciations of Simla's philistinism and suggestions that he alone redeemed it.
It is a thing I am ashamed to think of, and it deserved its reward.
Lamb criticized and patronized every blessed thing he saw, advised Armour to beware of mannerisms and to be a little less liberal with his colour, and heard absolutely unmoved of the horses Armour had got into the Salon.

'I understand,' he said, with a benevolent wink, 'that about four thousand pictures are hung every year at the Salon, and I don't know how many thousand are rejected.

Let Mr.Armour get a picture accepted by the Academy.

Then he will have something to talk about.' Neither did Sir William Lamb buy anything at all.
The experiment with Lady Pilkey was even more distressing.

She gushed with fair appropriateness and great liberality, and finally fixed upon one scene to make her own.