"The picture on the right is the present Sir Leicester Dedlock. The picture on the left is his father, the late Sir Leicester."
Mr. Guppy has no eyes for either of these magnates. "It's unaccountable to me," he says, still staring at the portrait, "how well I know that picture! I'm dashed," adds Mr. Guppy, looking round, "if I don't think I must have had a dream of that picture, you know!"
As no one present takes any especial interest in Mr. Guppy's dreams, the probability is not pursued. But he still remains so absorbed by the portrait that he stands immovable before it until the young gardener has closed the shutters, when he comes out of the room in a dazed state that is an odd though a sufficient substitute for interest and follows into the succeeding rooms with a confused stare, as if he were looking everywhere for Lady Dedlock again.

Dashed if I don't think I must have had a dream of that picture, you know!"
He remains so absorbed by the portrait that he stands immovable before it, and then comes out of the room dazed, walking around the succeeding rooms with a confused stare, as if he were looking for Lady Dedlock again.
