He approached me confidentially, and spoke in a mysterious whisper.
"Pickup is suspicious," he said; "and I have had all the difficulty in the world to pave your way smoothly for you at the outset.

However, if you can contrive to make a small Rembrandt, as a specimen, you may consider yourself employed here until further notice.

I am obliged to particularize Rembrandt, because he is the only Old Master disengaged at present.

The professional gentleman who used to do him died the other day in the Fleet--he had a turn for Rembrandts, and can't be easily replaced.

Do you think you could step into his shoes?
It's a peculiar gift, like an ear for music, or a turn for mathematics.