Mrs. Nish was tremendously impressed.
"It can't be worth all that," she protested.
"I think his lordship would tell you that it was. We don't expect to sell it. In fact it belongs to somebody else. We get a small commission if it is sold."
Susan carefully replaced the jar, and picked up its counterfeit.
"This is modern, madam, a very clever production, made by the same factory in China. We ask five pounds for this."
"I don't buy fakes."
"Of course not, madam. My husband says Lord Mel has not a finer piece of blue and white than that."
Mrs. Nish turned aside to examine the oak, but her eyes wandered now and again to the big jar. Susan knew that she was thinking how pleasant it would be to say carelessly, "Oh, yes; I paid fifty pounds for that."
Quinney carried the jar to her house late that afternoon, and he told Susan that she was a clever dear.
"You like the work?" he asked.