"I don't know. Miss Pryse keeps them."
"She won't keep 'em long. See here, you devil, if you look at me again like that I'll plug your eyes into your mouth! You seem to know a fat lot about this silver. Have you seen it, or haven't you?"
"I have."
"What is there?"
"Not much. A couple of candlesticks; a few spoons; some old skewers; a biscuit-box; a coffee-pot—but it's half ivory; an epergne——"
"What the 'ells that? None o' your Greek, you swine!"
"It's a thing for flowers."
"Why didn't you say so, then? What else?"
"Let me see——"
"You'd best look slippy!"