Well, I've got a client.
The Others.
[As before.] A client? How? Where? When?
Horace.
Just after you all left this afternoon. A clinking good client, too! He's asked me to build him a big country-house, and my commission can't come to less than seven or eight thousand pounds.
Pringle.
[At the end of a general chorus of surprise.] Seven or eight thousand! [Incredulously.] May we know the name of this wonderful client of yours?
Horace.
It's a Mr. Samuel Wackerbath, a big City auctioneer, I believe.
Sylvia.