He had light-gray eyes, red all round the lids, bristling pepper-colored hair, an unnaturally rosy complexion, and an eager, impudent, clever look.

I made two discoveries in one glance at him: First, that he was a wretched subject for a portrait; secondly, that, whatever he might do or say, it would not be of the least use for me to stand on my dignity with him.
"I shall be ready directly, sir," said I.
"Ready directly ?" repeated my new sitter.

"What do you mean, Mr.Artist, by ready directly?
I'm ready now.

What was your contract with the Town Council, who have subscribed for this picture?
To paint the portrait.
And what was my contract?
To sit for it.

Here am I ready to sit, and there are you not ready to paint me.