"This is my specialty, old boy--lovely woman made yet lovelier, without loss of likeness.

She'll be the fury of the next Academy .-- See that something in the eyes, Warburton?
Don't know how to call it.

My enemies call it claptrap.

But they can't do the trick, my boy, they can't do it.

They'd give the end of their noses if they could." He laughed gaily, boyishly.