Carve. (More and more disturbed.) Yes.
Ebag. Where was it painted?
Carve. Why do you ask me?
Ebag. (Quietly dramatic.) Because you painted it. (Pause. He approaches Carve.) Master——
Carve. What's that?
Ebag. Master!
(Pause.)
Carve. (Impulsively.) Look here! I never could stick being called "master"! It's worse even than "maître." Have a cigarette? How did you find out who I was?
Ebag. (Pointing to Janet's portrait.) Isn't that proof enough?
Carve. Yes, but you knew before you saw that.