"_Is your big Picture going to Burlington House or the Grosvenor?_" _i.e._, They wouldn't have it at an East-End Free Art Show.
"_By Jove, dear boy, Burne-Jones will have to look to his laurels?_" _i.e._, Green mist and gawky girls, as usual!
"_What I love about your pictures, dear Mr. Stodge, is their Subtle Ideal treatment, so different, &c., &c.?_" _i.e._, 'Tisn't like anything on earth.
"_Best thing you've done for years, my boy; and, mark my words, it'll create a sensation!_" _i.e._, Everybody says it'll be a great go, and I may as well be in it.
"_Entre nous, I don't think Millais' landscape is to be compared with it?_" _i.e._, I should hope not--for MILLAIS' sake.
"_Fancy hanging him on the line, and skying you! It's too bad?_" _i.e._, His picture is.
"_Glad you haven't gone in for mere 'pretty, pretty,' this time, old man_;" _i.e._, It's ugly enough for a scarecrow.
"_My dear Sir, it's as mournfully impressive as a Millet_;" _i.e._, Dull skies and dowdy peasants!
"_Well, it's something in these days to see a picture one can get a laugh out of_;" _i.e._, Or at!
"_Every Modern Convenience_;" _i.e._, Electric-bells and disconnected drain-pipes.
"_Cheap and Commodious Flat_;" _i.e._, Seven small square rooms, with no outlook, at about the rent of a Hyde Park mansion.
"_A Desirable Residence_;" _i.e._, To get out of.
"_And thus bring to a triumphant issue the fight in which we are engaged_;" _i.e._, Thank Heaven, I managed to get off my peroration all right.
"_Our great Leader_;" _i.e._, "That's sure to make them cheer, and will give me time to think."
_Mrs. Scrooge._ "I'M WRITING TO ASK THE BROWNS TO MEET THE JONESES HERE AT DINNER, AND TO THE JONESES TO MEET THE BROWNS. WE OWE THEM BOTH, YOU KNOW."
_Mr. Scrooge._ "BUT I'VE HEARD THEY'VE JUST QUARRELLED, AND DON'T SPEAK!"
_Mrs. Scrooge._ "I KNOW. THEY'LL REFUSE, AND WE NEEDN'T GIVE A DINNER PARTY AT ALL!"]
[The _Law Times_ mentions that a photograph of a well-dressed and good-looking gentleman has been sent to it, with the words "My Advocate" beneath. On the back are the name and address of a Solicitor.]
SCENE--_Drowsiham Vicarage._ Vicar _and Family discovered seated at breakfast-table. Time--Present._
_The Vicar._ I only advertised for a Curate in last Saturday's _Church Papers_, and already I have received more than sixty applications by the post, all of them, apparently, from persons of the highest respectability, whose views, too, happen to coincide entirely with my own! Dear me! I suppose these may be called the "Clerical Unemployed."