Lord Frederick Leighton Nausicaa

Lord Frederick Leighton NausicaaJean Auguste Dominique Ingres Napoleon I on His Imperial ThroneJean Auguste Dominique Ingres Mme Moitessier
Well . . .’ said Mrs Cake uncertainly.
‘But he’s -‘ Reg Shoe began, and then saw Windle’s expression. ‘I must admit it’d be a relief to have a dog around the place,’ said Mrs Cake. ‘I’m always worrying about Ludmilla. There’s a lot of strange people you’re saying is that when he -‘ Doreen nudged him viciously.
‘Oh,’ said Reg. ‘Sorry. Don’t mind me. I’d forget my own head if it wasn’t sewn on.’
Windle leaned back, and shut his eyes. He could hear the occasional scrap of conversation. He could hear Arthur Winkings asking the Archchancellor who did his decorating, and where the University got its vegetablesaround.’‘But your dau -‘ Reg began again.‘Shut up, Reg,’ said Doreen.‘That’s all settled, then,’ said Windle.’And have you got any trousers?’‘What?’‘Any trousers in the house?’‘Well, I suppose I’ve got some that belonged to the late Mr Cake, but why -‘‘Sorry,’ said Windle. ‘My mind was wandering. Don’t know what I ‘m saying, half the time.’‘Ah,’ said Reg, brightly, ‘I see. What