wasn't the only thing we missed--grazed a baby carriage and--" (Scribe). "I'm going to try a red ibis after luncheon and a miller for a tail fly--pass the melon" (Man from the Quarter): That sort of hurried talk without logical beginning or ending.
But now each man had a comfortable chair, and filled it with shoulders hidden deep in its capacious depths, and legs straight out, only the arms and hands free enough to be within reach of the match-safe and thimble glasses. And with the ease and comfort of it all the talk itself slowed down to a pace more in harmony with that peace which passeth all understanding--unless you've a seat at the table.
The several masters of the outdoor school were now called up, their merits discussed and their failings hammered: Thaulow, Sorolla y Bastida, the new Spanish wonder, whose exhibition the month before had astonished and delighted Paris: the Glasgow school; Zorn, Sargent, Winslow Homer--all the men of the direct, forceful school, men who swing their brushes