LOUIS. Oh, certainly. Ive quite done with you. [Rising and holding up the sketch block] There! While youve been talking, Ive been doing. What is there left of your moralizing? Only a little carbonic acid gas which makes the room unhealthy. What is there left of my work? That. Look at it [Ridgeon rises to look at it].
SIR PATRICK [who has come down to him from the throne] You young rascal, was it drawing me you were?
LOUIS. Of course. What else?
SIR PATRICK [takes the drawing from him and grunts approvingly] Thats rather good. Dont you think so, Lolly?
RIDGEON. Yes. So good that I should like to have it.
SIR PATRICK. Thank you; but I should like to have it myself. What d’ye think, Walpole?
WALPOLE [rising and coming over to look] No, by Jove: I must have this.
LOUIS. I wish I could afford to give it to you, Sir Patrick. But I’d pay five guineas sooner than part with it.
RIDGEON. Oh, for that matter, I will give you six for it.
WALPOLE. Ten.