[_They come to a portrait of a charming lady in grey, by_ Mr. SOLOMON. _The Niece_ (_with a sense of being on firm ground at last_). Why, it's ELLEN TERRY! See if it isn't, Auntie. _The C.A._ (_referring to Catalogue_). "The leaves of Memory seemed to Make a mournful rustling." --that's all it _says_ about it. _The Niece_ (_finding a certain vagueness in this as a description_). Oh! But there are _no_ leaves--unless it means the leaves in the book she's reading. Still I think it _must_ be ELLEN TERRY; don't you? _The C.A._ (_cautiously_.) Well, my dear, I always think it's as well not to be too positive about a portrait till you know who it was painted from. [_The_ Matter-of-Fact Persons _have arrived at a Pastel representing several green and yellow ladies seated undraped around a fountain, with fiddles suspended to the branches above._ _Second M.-of-F.P._ "_Marigolds_," that's called. I don't _see_ any though. [_With a sense of being imposed upon._ _First M.-of-F.P._ I think _I_ do--yes, those orange spots in the green. They're meant for Marigolds, but there aren't very many of them, are there? And why should they all be sitting on the grass like that? Enough to give them their deaths of cold! _Second M.-of-F.P._ I expect they've been bathing. _First M.-of-F.P._ They couldn't _all_ bathe in that fountain, and then what do you make of their bringing out their violins? [_The other_ M.-of-F. Person _making nothing of it, they pass on._ _An Irritable Philistine_. Nonsense, Sir, you _can't_ admire them, don't tell _me_! Do you mean to say _you_ ever saw all those blues, and greens, and yellows, in Nature, Sir? _His Companion_. I mean to say that that is how Nature appears to an eye trained to see things in a true and not a merely conventional light. _The I.P._. Then all _I_ can say is, that if things ever appeared to _me_ as unconventionally as all that, I should go straight home and take a couple of liver pills, Sir. I should! _First Frivolous Old Lady_. Here's another of them, my dear. It's no use, we've _got_ to admire it, this is the kind of thing you and I must be educated up to in our old age! _Second F.O.L._ It makes me feel as if I was on board a yacht, that's all I know--just look at the perspective in that room, all slanted up! _First F.O.L._ That's your ignorance, my dear, it's quite the right perspective for a Pastel, it's our rooms that are all wrong--not these clever young gentlemen. [_They go about chuckling and poking old ladylike fun at all the more eccentric Pastels, and continue to enjoy themselves immensely._ _First M.-of-F.P. (they have come to a Pastel depicting a young woman seated on the Crescent Moon, nursing an infant_). H'm--very peculiar. _I_ never saw Diana represented with a _baby_ before--did _you_?