two o'clock
AT the commencement of the last chapter , Charles Gatty , artist , was going to usher in a new state of things , true art , etc. . Wales was to be painted in Wales , not Poland Street . He and five or six more youngsters were to be in the foremost files of truth , and take the world by storm . This was at two o'clock ; it is now five ; whereupon the posture of affairs , the prospects of art , the face of the world , the nature of things , are quite the reverse . In the artist 's room , on the floor , was a small child , whose movements , and they were many , were viewed with huge dissatisfaction by Charles Gatty , Esq. . This personage , pencil in hand , sat slouching and morose , looking gloomily at his intractable model . Things were going on very badly ; he had been waiting two hours for an infantine pose as common as dirt , and the little viper would die first .