You might have engaged a grown man for the business, Nilghai.

How do you think the bridal veil looks now, Torp ?' 'How the deuce do three dabs and two scratches make the stuff stand away from the body as it does ?' said Torpenhow, to whom Dick's methods were always new.
'It just depends on where you put 'em.

If Maclagan had know that much about his business he might have done better.' 'Why don't you put the damned dabs into something that will stay, then ?' insisted the Nilghai, who had really taken considerable trouble in hiring for Dick's benefit the pen of a young gentleman who devoted most of his waking hours to an anxious consideration of the aims and ends of Art, which, he wrote, was one and indivisible.
'Wait a minute till I see how I am going to manage my procession of wives.

You seem to have married extensively, and I must rough 'em in with the pencil--Medes, Parthians, Edomites....

Now, setting aside the weakness and the wickedness and--and the fat-headedness of deliberately trying to do work that will live, as they call it, I'm content with the knowledge that I've done my best up to date, and I shan't do anything like it again for some hours at least--probably years.