It lay on a side table, and was half concealed by an ordnance map, left unfolded.

'For the last year or two I think she has given it up.

I'm afraid we are not strong in matters of art.

Neither of the girls can play very well, though of course they both tinkle for their own amusement.

Maurice--the poor lad who was killed--gave a good deal of artistic promise; father keeps some little water-colours of his, which men in that line have praised--perhaps sincerely.' 'I remember you used to speak slightingly of art,' said Godwin, as he took an offered cigar.
'Did I?
And of a good many other things, I daresay.