"Chardin was a great swell....
He sells 'em to pay his dinner now.

But wait till the dealers get hold of him.

A great swell--oh, a very great swell." "It's an awfully pleasant life," said Jacob, "messing away up here.
Still, it's a stupid art, Cruttendon." He wandered off across the room.
"There's this man, Pierre Louys now." He took up a book.
"Now my good sir, are you going to settle down ?" said Cruttendon.
"That's a solid piece of work," said Jacob, standing a canvas on a chair.
"Oh, that I did ages ago," said Cruttendon, looking over his shoulder.
"You're a pretty competent painter in my opinion," said Jacob after a time.
"Now if you'd like to see what I'm after at the present moment," said Cruttendon, putting a canvas before Jacob.

"There.

That's it.