"So calm and reposeful; no particular expression." "None whatever," said Snarl.
"Gentlemen," said Triplet, "does it never occur to you that the fine arts are tender violets, and cannot blow when the north winds--" "Blow!" inserted Quin.
"Are so cursed cutting ?" continued Triplet.
"My good sir, I am never cutting!" smirked Soaper.

"My dear Snarl," whined he, "give us the benefit of your practiced judgment.

Do justice to this ad-mirable work of art," drawled the traitor.
"I will!" said Mr.Snarl; and placed himself before the picture.
"What on earth will he say ?" thought Triplet.

"I can see by his face he has found us out." Mr.Snarl delivered a short critique.

Mr.Snarl's intelligence was not confined to his phrases; all critics use intelligent phrases and philosophical truths.