Consequently the last sketch, representing that much-enduring man calling on the War Office to press his claims to the Egyptian medal, was hardly delicate.
He settled himself comfortably on Torpenhow's table and turned over the pages.
'What a fortune you would have been to Blake, Nilghai!' he said.
'There's a succulent pinkness about some of these sketches that's more than life-like.

"The Nilghai surrounded while bathing by the Mahdieh"-- that was founded on fact, eh ?' 'It was very nearly my last bath, you irreverent dauber.

Has Binkie come into the Saga yet ?' 'No; the Binkie-boy hasn't done anything except eat and kill cats.
Let's see.

Here you are as a stained-glass saint in a church.

Deuced decorative lines about your anatomy; you ought to be grateful for being handed down to posterity in this way.