The law obliges them to stick it on, you know; but you can't tell the things apart.

To tell the truth," Mr.Tristram continued, with a wry face, "I don't do much in pictures.

I leave that to my wife." "Ah, you have got a wife ?" "Didn't I mention it?
She's a very nice woman; you must know her.

She's up there in the Avenue d'Iena." "So you are regularly fixed--house and children and all." "Yes, a tip-top house and a couple of youngsters." "Well," said Christopher Newman, stretching his arms a little, with a sigh, "I envy you." "Oh no! you don't!" answered Mr.Tristram, giving him a little poke with his parasol.
"I beg your pardon; I do!" "Well, you won't, then, when--when--" "You don't certainly mean when I have seen your establishment ?" "When you have seen Paris, my boy.

You want to be your own master here." "Oh, I have been my own master all my life, and I'm tired of it." "Well, try Paris.