Well, no. I did manage to get one thing.
Sylvia.
I knew you would!
Professor Futvoye.
[To Horace.] You did? But I understood you to say just now——!
Horace.
This was a little flutter on my own account. I thought I'd stick the sale out, do you see; and near the end there was an extra lot put up—it wasn't in the catalogue. [The Professor makes an exclamation of angry disgust.] Well, it was being passed round for us to look at—and nobody seemed to think much of it. But it struck me, somehow, it might be a dark horse, so I made a bid—and got it for only a sovereign!
Professor Futvoye.
Pah!
Sylvia.