So go ahead, my son, and luck be with you!" "I can't find my model yet for the Slummer's head.

It mustn't be too like the 'Sanctuary' girl, but at the same time it must be a popular type of beauty.

I've been haunting refreshment bars and florists' shops; lots of good material, but never _quite_ the thing.

There's a damsel at the Crystal Palace--but this doesn't interest you, you old misogynist." "Old what ?" exclaimed Warburton, with an air of genuine surprise.
"Have I got the word wrong?
I'm not much of a classic--" "The word's all right.

But that's your idea of me, is it ?" The artist stood and gazed at his friend with an odd expression, as if a joke had been arrested on his lips by graver thought.
"Isn't it true ?" "Perhaps it is; yes, yes, I daresay." And he turned at once to another subject..