precious time

precious time
Red Hat Girl
Red Nude painting
Regatta At Argenteuil
'Who is?' asked the gentleman, laughing. I looked up, quickly; being curious to know. ¡¡¡¡'Only Brooks of Sheffield,' said Mr. Murdstone. ¡¡¡¡I was quite relieved to find that it was only Brooks of Sheffield; for, at first, I really thought it was I. ¡¡¡¡There seemed to be something very comical in the reputation of Mr. Brooks of Sheffield, for both the gentlemen laughed heartily when he was mentioned, and Mr. Murdstone was a good deal amused also. After some laughing, the gentleman whom he had called Quinion, said: ¡¡¡¡'And what is the opinion of Brooks of Sheffield, in reference to the projected business?' ¡¡¡¡'Why, I don't know that Brooks understands much about it at present,' replied Mr. Murdstone; 'but he is not generally favourable, I believe.' ¡¡¡¡There was more laughter at this, and Mr. Quinion said he would ring the bell for some sherry in which to drink to Brooks. This he did; and when the wine came, he made me have a little, with a biscuit, and, before I drank it, stand up and say, 'Confusion to Brooks of Sheffield!' The toast was received with great applause, and such hearty laughter that it made me laugh too; at which they laughed the more. In short, we quite enjoyed ourselves. ¡¡¡¡We walked about on the cliff after that, and sat on the grass, and looked at things through a telescope - I could make out nothing myself when it was put to my eye, but I pretended I could - and then we