MR. AMY. No, it isn’t signed.
MR. MORLAND (almost his friend again). Ah!
MR. AMY. What do you precisely mean by that ‘Ah,’ James? If it had been signed, could I have got it for ten pounds? You are always speaking about your flair; I suppose I can have a little flair sometimes too.
MR. MORLAND. I am not always speaking about my flair, and I don’t believe it is a Gainsborough.
MR. AMY (with dignity). Please don’t get hot, James. If I had thought you would grudge me my little find—which you missed—I wouldn’t have brought it to show you.
(With shocking exultation he produces a roll of paper.)
MR. MORLAND (backing from it). So that’s it.
MR. AMY. This is it. (The squire has to examine it like a Christian.) There! I have the luck this time. I hope you will have it next. (The exultation now passes from the one face into the other.)
MR. MORLAND. Interesting, George—quite. But definitely not a Gainsborough.
MR. AMY. I say definitely a Gainsborough.