Fle. (laughing.) Which you doubtless invested in stocks.
Hol. No sir, roses.
Fle. Roses! and you spoke of starving.
Hol. It was for another, and I may never have the means again. Self-denial was, in this instance, a pleasure to me.
Fle. Well, well, privately as politically, I suppose you have a right to do what you like with your own.
Hol. Ah! if you only knew—no matter. Your piece is very pretty.
Fle. You like it?
Hol. Yes; perhaps I am presuming in giving an opinion.
Fle. Not at all. I rather like it.