Don't let me detain you from your walk, my dear sir.

I'm afraid Lady Malkinshaw will outlive me, after all!" "Stop!" cried Mr.Batterbury; his mahogany face actually getting white with alarm.

"Stop! Don't talk in that dreadfully unprincipled manner--don't, I implore, I insist! You have plenty of friends--you have me, and your sister.

Take to portrait-painting--think of your family, and take to portrait-painting!" "Where am I to get a sitter ?' I inquired, with a gloomy shake of the head.
"Me," said Mr.Batterbury, with an effort.

"I'll be your first sitter.
As a beginner, and especially to a member of the family, I suppose your terms will be moderate.