Do note the mean
and petty folds of the drapery, and compare them with those in the
TINTORETS in there.
_Podb._ (_obediently_). Yes, I will,--a--did you mean _now_--and will
it take me long, because--
[_Miss PRENDERGAST sweeps on scornfully._
_Podb._ (_following, with a desperate effort to be intelligent_). They
don't seem to have any Fiammingoes here.
_Miss P._ (_freezingly, over her shoulder_). Any _what_, Mr. PODBURY?
Flamingoes?
_Podb._ (_confidently, having noted down the name at the Accademia on
his shirt-cuff_). No, "Ignoto Fiammingo," don't you know. I like that
chap's style--what I call thoroughly Venetian.
[_Well-informed persons in front overhear and smile._
_Miss P._ (_annoyed_). That is rather strange--because "Ignoto
Fiammingo" happens to be merely the Italian for "an unknown Fleming,"
Mr. PODBURY. [_Collapse of PODBURY._
_Bob_. (_aside to PODBURY_). You great owl, you came a cropper _that_
time! [_He and PODBURY indulge in a subdued bear-fight up the stairs,
after which they enter the Upper Hall in a state of preternatural
solemnity._
_The Solemn G._ Now what _I_ want to see, my dear, is the
ork--ork--angel that RUSKIN thinks TINTORETTO painted the day after he
saw a rook--kic--kic--kic--kingfisher.
[_BOB nudges PODBURY, who resists temptation heroically.
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