Carve. Oh, I didn't feel like it. And the things were getting too good. But, of course, I can start again any time.
Janet. (Still staggered.) Two pounds a piece? (Carve nods.) Would he give you two pounds for that? (Pointing to portrait.)
Carve. You bet he would.
Janet. Why! Two pounds would keep us for the best part of a week. How long does it take you to do one?
(Noise of motor car outside.)
Carve. Oh, three or four hours. I work pretty quickly.
Janet. Well, it's like a fairy tale. Two
[103]pounds! I don't know whether I'm standing on my head or my heels!
(Violent ringing at front door bell.)
Carve. There's one of your tradesmen.