"A camera," said Miss Tarlton, with an inflection in her tone which entirely eliminated any other possibility.
"No, I'm afraid I don't," said Wentworth. "I don't know the name of any cameras, except that their family name is legion."
"What?" said Miss Tarlton.
"Legion," said Wentworth again, crestfallen.
"Oh," said Miss Tarlton.
"Pateley would be the man to ask," said Wentworth, desperately trying to put his head above the surface.
"Pateley? Is that a shop?" said Miss Tarlton eagerly. "Where?"
"A shop!" said Sir William, laughing. "I should like to see Pateley's face"—but the door opened before he completed his sentence, and his wish, presumably not formed upon æsthetic grounds, was fulfilled.