GERVASE (feeling for it). If I can find it. They were very careless about pockets in the old days. I had a special one put in somewhere, only it's rather difficult to get at. . . . Ah, here it is. (He takes a cigarette from his case, and after trying to put the case back in his pocket again, places it on the table.)
MR. KNOWLE. Match?
GERVASE. Thanks. (Picking up his whiskey) Well, here's luck, and—my most grateful thanks.
MR. KNOWLE (raising his glass). May you slay all your dragons.
GERVASE. Thank you. (They drink.)
MR. KNOWLE. Well, now about Collingham. I don't know if you saw a map outside in the hall.
GERVASE. I saw it, but I am afraid I didn't look at it. I was too much interested in your prints.
MR. KNOWLE (eagerly). You don't say that you are interested in prints?
GERVASE. Very much—as an entire amateur.
MR. KNOWLE. Most of the young men who come here think that the art began and ended with Kirchner. If you are really interested, I have something in the library—but of course I mustn't take up your time now. If you could bear to come over another day—after all, we are neighbours——