Varlie.
Miss Lewisham, I’m proud to make your acquaintance. Say, cut that Hyde. I’m no conjurer. I’m a plain business man, and only doing what any other business man could do if he had the brains.
Robert.
That’s it. It takes a Yankee to think of selling the goods we want in this part of the British Empire.
Loveday.
What do you want?
Varlie.
(Slapping his leg.) What I’ve got here, Miss Lewisham.
Nora.
(A little spitefully.) I often thought you used your brains to make them think they wanted to buy what you wanted to sell.