"I want you to look at this, Mr. Lark."
"Bless me! Is that the commode which you bought in Melshire?"
"It is. What do you think of it?"
Gustavus protruded a large lower lip; his eyebrows, strongly marked, expressed surprise, a twinkle in his left eye indicated discreet amusement.
"Why isn't it downstairs with the others?"
"The others?"
"By the side of that piece of tapestry."
"It's the best bit I have," said Quinney defiantly.
"Surely not. I have bought such tapestry as yours before. I will admit that I paid a big figure for it. We dealers are sadly done sometimes. This commode is quite as good in its way as the Gobelins, but it ought not to be next that cabinet."
"Do you mean to tell me, Mr. Lark, that you call it a fake?"