"Nice lot—hey?"
"And a nice price Bundy paid for 'em. You wasn't at Christopher's the day before yesterday?"
"By Gum! Tom, you don't mean to say that those are the Pevensey chairs?"
"Yes, bang out of Pevensey Court, sold with Chippendale's receipt for 'em. Sixteen hundred guineas, my tulip!"
They went on in silence. Presently Quinney growled out: "It's a cruel price."
"They're the goods, Joe. Hall-marked! Bundy can place 'em at a big profit with Dupont Jordan. Did you notice the carving?"
"Did I? Never saw a finer set, never!"
They walked on towards the Circus, and presently turned sharp to the right. By this time they were approaching Soho Square.
"Come out of our way a bit, haven't we?"
Tomlin replied solemnly. "I wanted you to have a squint at those chairs first. Here we are."