ONFROY
I’ll say this for you, Ivan the Terrible: you were game; took your medicine standing up; came across with the dowry like a little man, thereby earning the thanks of every true lover of art. No more pot-boilers, no more portraits, no more demnition fool chromos for the demnition fool public! You’ve got yourself into history, Kubla Khan. You will live as my patron.
MAGNUS
The way we poor financiers are patronized! It’s the second time I’ve been told that this morning—
ONFROY (to Mrs. Felix)
You’ve been praising me, Joan of Arc?
MRS. FELIX
The thought of you hasn’t crossed my mind in weeks, Sir Egotist.
ONFROY
Oh, the Chub? (Glancing at laboratory) Right, too! (To Magnus) Endow him, Governor. The other thing is damnable—downright damnable. I’ll say this—and me saying it means a lot—I’m nobody compared to him. (Hastily) Not personally! I should have said: “Art’s nothing to his sort of science” (To Fanny) One little bit of pink and white prettiness stopping the greatest thing science ever tackled!