The Harîm would be a new field for the collector. How prices would run up!
Vane.
Ah, Denham, never touch a dream with the vulgarity of real things! (Crosses to picture.)
(Fitzgerald, who has been reading Gyp, suddenly comes forward with the book in his hand, and breaks in.)
Fitzgerald.
This Gyp's awfully good. Who is he, eh?
Vane.
(with patient scorn) A woman!
Fitzgerald.
(with conviction) To be sure! That makes it—splendid! (Chuckles to himself, sits again on sofa, and goes on reading.)