While as for Whistler and the Impressionists--a lot of maniacs, running a fad to death--but _clever_--by Jove!-- No!--there was a new art coming!--the creation of men who had learnt to draw, and could yet keep a hold on ideas-- '_Character_!--that's what we want!' He struck the table; and finally with a leap he was at the goal which Miss Anna--sitting before him, arms folded, her strong old face touched with satire--had long foreseen.

'By George, _I'd_ show them!--if I only had the chance.' He threw the pictures back into the cupboard.
'No doubt,' said Miss Anna, dryly.

'I think you _are_ a great man, John, though you say it.

But you've got to prove it.' He laughed uncomfortably.
'I've written a good many of these things to the _Gazette_,' he said, evading her direct attack.

'They'll put them in next week.' 'I wish you hadn't, John!' said Phoebe, anxiously.