Janet. (Looking at picture afresh) It is rather pretty when you come to look at it.
Ebag. It is a masterpiece, madam. (To Carve.) Then I may not make an offer for it?
Carve. No.
Janet. Excuse me, Albert. Why shouldn't the gentleman make an offer for it?
Ebag. (Quickly seizing an opportunity) If you cared to consider, say, five hundred pounds.
Janet. Five hundred p——
Ebag. I came down quite prepared to spend—and to pay cash. (Fingers his pocket-book.)
Janet. (Sitting down.) And if it isn't a rude question—do you generally go about with five hundred pounds in your pocket, as it were?
Ebag. (Raising his hands.) In my business, madam—
Carve. It's not for sale. (Turns it round.)