_First Person, with an "Eye for Art" (before "Pysche's Bath," by the President)._ Not bad, eh? _Second Person, &c._ No, I rather like it. (_Feels that he is growing too lenient._) He doesn't give you a very good idea of marble, though. _First P. &c._ No--_that's_ not marble, and he always puts too many folds in his drapery to suit _me_. _First P. &c._ Just what _I_ always say. It's not natural, you know. [_They pass on, much pleased with themselves and one another._ _A Fiance (halting before a sea-scape, by_ Mr. HENRY MOORE, _to Fiancee_). Here, I say, hold on a bit--what's _this_ one? _Fiancee (who doesn't mean to waste the whole afternoon over pictures)._ Why, it's only a lot of waves--_come_ on! _The Surburban L._ LUCY, _this_ is rather nice. "_Breakfasts for the Porth!_" (_Pondering._) I think there must be a mistake in the Catalogue--I don't see any breakfast things--they're cleaning fish, and what's a "Porth!" Would you mark that--or not? _Her Comp._ Oh, I _think_ so. _The S. L._ I don't know. I've marked such a quantity already and the lead won't hold out much longer. Oh, it's by HOOK, R. A. Then I suppose it's _sure_ to be all right. I've marked it, dear. _Duet by Two Dreadfully Severe Young Ladies, who paint a little on China._ Oh, my _dear_, look at that. Did you ever see such a thing? Isn't it too perfectly _awful_? And there's a thing! Do come and look at this horror over here. A "_Study_," indeed. I should just think it _was_! Oh, MAGGIE, don't be so satirical, or I shall die! No, but _do_ just see this--isn't it _killing?_ They get worse and worse every year, I declare! [_And so on._ IN GALLERY NO. V. (_Two Prosaic Persons come upon a little picture, by_ Mr. SWAN, _of a boy lying on a rock, piping to fishes._) _First P. P._ _That's_ a rum thing! _Second P. P._ Yes, I wasn't aware myself that fishes were so partial to music. _First P. P._ They may be--out there--(_perceiving that the boy is unclad_)--but it's peculiar altogether--they look like herrings to me. _Second P. P._ Yes--or mackerel. But (_tolerantly_) I suppose it's a fancy subject. [_They consider that this absolves them from taking any further interest in it, and pass on._ IN GALLERY NO. XI. _An Old Lady (who judges Art from a purely Moral Standpoint, halts approvingly before a picture of a female orphan)._ Now, that really _is_ a nice picture, my dear--a plain black dress and white cuffs--just what I _like_ to see in a young person! _The S. L. (her enthusiasm greatly on the wane, and her temper slightly affected)._ LUCY, I _wish_ you wouldn't worry so--it's quite impossible to stop and look at _everything_. If you wanted your tea as badly as _I_ do! Mark that one? What, when they neither of them have a single _thing_ on! Never, LUCY,--and I'm surprised at your suggesting it! Oh, you meant the next one? h'm--no, I _can't_ say I care for it. Well, if I _do_ mark it, I shall only put a tick--for it really is _not_ worth a cross! COMING OUT.