I have settled down to a jog-trot.

I find I can earn my living--a very fair one--by going about the world and painting bad portraits.

It 's not a glorious profession, but it is a perfectly respectable one.

You won't deny that, eh?
Going about the world, I say?
I must not deny that, for that I am afraid I shall always do--in quest of agreeable sitters.

When I say agreeable, I mean susceptible of delicate flattery and prompt of payment.