Y--yes--just. Only it's a rock, you
know.
_The Lady._ But if that's the way he _saw_ it, DICK!
_Dick._ Here's a thing! "_St. Mark's, Venice_." I'll _trouble_ you!
What's he done with the flagstaffs and the bronze horses and the
pigeons? _I_ never saw the place look like that.
_The Lady._ Because it didn't happen to be _foggy_ while we were
there, that's all.
_First Pros. Person._ Ah, there's old CARLYLE, you see! Dear me, what
a very badly fitting coat--see how it bulges over his chest!
_Second P.P._ Yes. I daresay he buttoned the wrong button--philosopher
and all that sort o' thing, y'know.
_First P.P._ (_sympathetically_). Well, I _do_ think WHISTLER might
have _told_ him of it!
IN THE SECOND ROOM.
_The Matron in Search of a Subject._ Ah, now, this really is more
_my_ idea of a picture. Quite a pretty _cretonne_ those curtains,
and there's a little girl reading a book, and a looking-glass with
reflections and all, and a young lady in a riding-habit--just going
out for a ride.
_Caroline._ Yes. Mother. Or just come in from one.
_Her Mother._ Do see what it's called. "_The Morning Canter_" or
"_Back from the Row_"--something of that kind, I _expect_ it would be.
_Caroline._ All it says is, "_A Harmony in Green and Rose_."
_The Mother_ (_disappointed_). Now, why can't he give it some
_sensible_ name, instead of taking away all one's interest!
_The Phil. Uncle_ (_whom a succession of Symphonies and Harmonies has
irritated to the verge of fury_).
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