Mother and Child

Mother and Child
My Sweet Rose painting
Naiade oil painting
Nighthawks Hopper
¡¡¡¡"Well!" said Stryver, slapping the desk with his contentious hand, opening his eyes wider, and taking a long breath, "if I understand you, Mr. Lorry, I'll be hanged!" ¡¡¡¡Mr. Lorry adjusted his little wig at both ears as a means towards that end, and bit the feather of a pen. ¡¡¡¡"D-n it all, sir!" said Stryver, staring at him, "am I not eligible?" ¡¡¡¡"Oh dear yes! Yes. Oh yes, you're eligible!" said Mr. Lorry. "If you say eligible, you are eligible." ¡¡¡¡"Am I not prosperous?" asked Stryver. ¡¡¡¡"Oh! if you come to prosperous, you are prosperous," said Mr. Lorry. ¡¡¡¡"And advancing?" ¡¡¡¡"If you come to advancing you know," said Mr. Lorry, delighted to be able to make another admission, "nobody can doubt that." ¡¡¡¡"Then what on earth is your meaning, Mr. Lorry?" demanded Stryver, perceptibly crestfallen. ¡¡¡¡"Well! I-- Were you going there now?" asked Mr. Lorry. ¡¡¡¡"Straight!" said Stryver, with a plump of his fist on the desk. ¡¡¡¡"Then I think I wouldn't, if I was you." ¡¡¡¡"Why?" said Stryver. "Now, I'll put you in a corner," forensically shaking a forefinger at him. "You are a man of business and bound to have a reason. State your reason. Why wouldn't you go?" ¡¡¡¡"Because," said Mr. Lorry, "I wouldn't go on such an object without having some cause to believe that I should succeed."