_Fiancée_. Well, I was _thinking_ it looked more like a female. But if it's meant for old Mr. TEAK, the shipbuilder's daughter, it flatters her up considerable; and, besides, _I_ always understood as her name was BETSY. _The I.A._ No, no; what a girl you are for getting things wrong! that 'ed was cut out years and years ago! _Fiancée_. Well, she's gone off _since_, that's all; but I wonder at old Mr. TEAK letting it go out of the family, instead of putting it on his mantelpiece along with the lustres and the two chiny dogs. _The I.A._ (_with ungallant candour_). 'Ark at you! Why, you ain't much more sense nor a chiny dog yourself! _Moralising Matron_ (_before the Venus of Ostia_). And to think of the poor ignorant Greeks worshipping a shameless hussey like that; it's a pity they hadn't someone to teach them more respectable notions! Well, well! it ought to make us thankful _we_ don't live in those benighted times, that it ought! _A Connoisseur_ (_after staring at a colossal Greek lion_). A lion, eh? Well, it's another proof to my mind that the ancients hadn't got very far in the statuary line. Now, if you _want_ to see a stone lion done true to Nature, you've only to walk any day along the Euston Road. _A Practical Man_. I dessay it's a fine collection enough, but it's a pity the things ain't more perfect. _I_ should ha' thought, with so many odds and ends and rubbish lying about as is no use to nobody at present, they might ha' used it up in mending some that only requires a arm 'ere, or a leg there, or a 'ed and what not, to make 'em as good as ever. But ketch _them_ (_he means the Officials_) taking any extra trouble if they can help it! _His Companion_. Ah, but yer see it ain't so easy fitting on bits that belonged to something different. You've got to look at it _that_ way! _The P.M._ _I_ don't see no difficulty about it. Why, any stonemason could cut down the odd pieces to fit well enough, and they wouldn't have such a neglected appearance as they do now. _A Group has collected round a Gigantic Arm in red granite._ _First Sightseer_. There's a _arm_ for yer! _Second S._ (_a humorist_). Yes; 'ow would yer like to 'ave _that_ come a punching your 'ed? _Third S._ (_thoughtfully_). I expect they've put it up 'ere as a sample, like. _The Moralising Matron_. How it makes one realise that there were giants in those days! _Her Friend_. But surely the size must be a _little_ exaggerated, don't you think? Oh, is _this_ the God Ptah? [_The M.M. says nothing, but clicks her tongue to express a grieved pity, after which she passes on._ _The_ Intelligent Artisan _and his_ Fiancée _have entered the Nineveh Gallery, and are regarding an immense human-headed winged bull._ _The I.A._ (_indulgently_). Rum-looking sort o' beast that ere. _Fiancée_. Ye-es--I wonder if it's a likeness of some animal they used to 'ave then?