"As like as life." "The very face," exclaimed Gay, advancing to look at it;--"with all the escapes written in it." "You flatter me," smiled Sir James.

"But, I own, I think it _is_ like." "What do you think of _my_ sketch, Jack ?" said Hogarth, handing him the drawing.
"It's like enough, I dare say," rejoined Sheppard.

"But it wants something _here_." And he pointed significantly to the hand.
"I see," rejoined Hogarth, rapidly sketching a file, which he placed in the hands of the picture.

"Will that do ?" he added, returning it.
"It's better," observed Sheppard, meaningly.

"But you've given me what I don't possess." "Hum!" said Hogarth, looking fixedly at him.