MR. MORLAND. How do you mean?
MR. AMY. You didn’t examine the little lot lying beneath this lot.
MR. MORLAND. I turned them over; just a few odds and ends of no account.
MR. AMY (with horrible complacency). All except one, James.
MR. MORLAND (twitching). Something good?
MR. AMY (at his meekest). Just a little trifle of a Gainsborough.
MR. MORLAND (faintly). What! You’ve got it?
MR. AMY. I’ve got it. I am a poor man, but I thought ten pounds wasn’t too much for a Gainsborough.
(The devil now has them both.)
MR. MORLAND. Ten pounds! Is it signed?