For, instead of the face which should have smiled upon him, he saw an ugly hole in the picture, the canvas having been violently cut, or rent with a blow.
"Hallo! What the deuce has he been doing ?" "Well, I never!" exclaimed the landlady.

"It must be himself that's done it! What does _that_ mean now, I wonder ?" Warburton was very uneasy.

He no longer doubted that Franks had purposely avoided him this afternoon.
"I daresay," he added, with a pretence of carelessness, "the portrait had begun to vex him.

He's often spoken of it discontentedly, and talked of painting another.

It wasn't very good." Accepting, or seeming to accept this explanation, the landlady withdrew, and Will paced thoughtfully about the floor.