MR. MORLAND. It is machine-made. Gainsborough was in his grave years before that paper was made.
(After further inspection MR. AMY is convinced against his will, and the find is returned to his pocket less carefully than it had been produced.)
Don’t get into a tantrum about it, George.
MR. AMY (grandly). I am not in a tantrum, and I should be obliged if you wouldn’t George me. Smile on, Mr. Morland, I congratulate you on your triumph; you have hurt an old friend to the quick. Bravo, bravo. Thank you, Mrs. Morland, for a very pleasant visit. Good day.
MRS. MORLAND (prepared). I shall see you into your coat, George.
MR. AMY. I thank you, Mrs. Morland, but I need no one to see me into my coat. Good day.
(He goes, and she blandly follows him. She returns with the culprit.)
MRS. MORLAND. Now which of you is to say it first?
MR. AMY. James, I am heartily ashamed of myself.
MR. MORLAND. George, I apologise.