Comes here every Sunday when they are at home.' 'An artist, I infer from what he says?' 'A sort of a one,' said Daniel Doyce, in a surly tone. 'What sort of a one?' asked Clennam, with a smile. 'Why, he has sauntered into the Arts at a leisurely Pall-Mall pace,' said Doyce, 'and I doubt if they care to be taken quite so coolly.' Pursuing his inquiries, C