MR. AMY. Very interesting. A nice little lot. I must say, James, you have the collector’s flair.
MR. MORLAND. Oh, well, I’m keen, you know, and when I run up to London I can’t resist going a bust in my small way. I picked these up quite cheap.
MR. AMY. The flair. That is what you have.
MR. MORLAND. Oh, I don’t know.
MR. AMY. Yes, you have, James. You got them at Peterkin’s in Dean Street, didn’t you? Yes, I know you did. I saw them there. I wanted them too, but they told me you had already got the refusal.
MR. MORLAND. Sorry to have been too quick for you, George, but it is my way to nip in. You have some nice prints yourself.
MR. AMY. I haven’t got your flair, James.
MR. MORLAND. I admit I don’t miss much.
(So far it has been a competition in saintliness.)
MR. AMY. No. (The saint leaves him.) You missed something yesterday at Peterkin’s though.