He had now had it all: the reaction was begun, and he knew it.
"Well, Ian Belward, what mischief are you at now ?" said Mrs.Gasgoyne.
"A picture merely, and to offer homage.

How have you tamed our lion, and how sweetly does he roar! I feed him at my Club to-night." "Ian Belward, you are never so wicked as when you ought most to be decent .-- I wish I knew your place in this picture," she added brusquely.
"Merely a little corner at their fireside." He nodded towards Delia and Gaston.
"The man has sense, and Delia is my daughter!" "Precisely why I wish a place in their affections." "Why don't you marry one of the women you have--spoiled, and spend the rest of your time in living yourself down?
You are getting old." "For their own sakes, I don't.

Put that to my credit.

I'll have but one mistress only as the sand gets low.

I've been true to her." "You, true to anything!" "The world has said so." "Nonsense! You couldn't be." "Visit my new picture in three months--my biggest thing.