"Do yours do anything?"
"Monsieur is an artist. Madame mends lace beautifully."
"What does he paint?"
"Well, he hasn't painted anything yet, but he says he's an artist. He
looks like one. He goes to the National Gallery."
"Why don't you ask him to paint one of the children?"
"My dear, they're terrified of him! They won't come into the room."