"Fifteen hundred pounds," whispered Mr. Wilson of Bayswater; "can we do fifteen hundred pounds?"
"I'll stand the racket," said Buck, heartily. "Mr. Wayne is a gentleman and has spoken up for me. So I suppose the negotiations are at an end."
Wayne bowed.
"They are indeed at an end. I am sorry I cannot sell you the property."
"What?" cried Mr. Barker, starting to his feet.
"Mr. Buck has spoken correctly," said the King.
"I have, I have," cried Buck, springing up also; "I said—"
"Mr. Buck has spoken correctly," said the King; "the negotiations are at an end."
All the men at the table rose to their feet; Wayne alone rose without excitement.