High life at noon [graphic].

In a paneled room hung with mirrors and a clock, the master of the house, in dressing gown and nightcap, puts his hand on the bosom of a maid who serves him biscuits. Next to him a clergyman looks adoringly at the lady of the house on his left. In his hand is an open volume with text "A sermon, I am sick of love." She is dressed in a wrap and cap and, while smiling at the clergyman, surreptitiously takes a letter from a black servant boy who approaches from behind her chair. A parrot in a cage hanging above them sings, "Caesar and Pompey were both of them horned." A squirrel sits on a stool next to the table. In the foreground, a monkey sits on the floor, reading "A dissertation on winding up the clock, by Tristam Shandy." On the extreme left, a footman with a long unbraided queue is trying to push out of the room a bill collector who came in to present a tailor's bill