LOUIS. I think Sir Patrick is morally entitled to it, as he sat for it. May I send it to your house, Sir Patrick, for twelve guineas?
SIR PATRICK. Twelve guineas! Not if you were President of the Royal Academy, young man. [He gives him back the drawing decisively and turns away, taking up his hat].
LOUIS [to B. B.] Would you like to take it at twelve, Sir Ralph?
B. B. [coming between Louis and Walpole] Twelve guineas? Thank you: I’ll take it at that. [He takes it and presents it to Sir Patrick]. Accept it from me, Paddy; and may you long be spared to contemplate it.
SIR PATRICK. Thank you. [He puts the drawing into his hat].
B. B. I neednt settle with you now, Mr Dubedat: my fees will come to more than that. [He also retrieves his hat].
LOUIS [indignantly] Well, of all the mean—[words fail him]! I’d let myself be shot sooner than do a thing like that. I consider youve stolen that drawing.
SIR PATRICK [drily] So weve converted you to a belief in morality after all, eh?
LOUIS. Yah! [To Walpole] I’ll do another one for you, Walpole, if youll let me have the ten you promised.
WALPOLE. Very good. I’ll pay on delivery.