He gazed around the studio once more, and suddenly noticing the portrait of Dora, he said, "Holloa! what's this?" and proceeded to measure the picture.
"Why, this is the very thing. I'll take this ... I don't know the original, but she's a deuced pretty woman, and if it's a fancy portrait" ...
"It is not quite finished yet."
"Yes, that's true," said Sir Benjamin; "I see the face and hands want a little" ...
"No, the flowers," interrupted Philip; "but it will be finished to-day."
"Good, send it to me to-morrow."
"Sir Benjamin, this picture was painted under exceptional circumstances. I mean" ...
"That's all right, my dear sir; your price is mine. That is my way of doing business. When I have taken a fancy to a picture, I never bargain with the artist."
"You misunderstand me, Sir Benjamin," returned Philip; "I simply meant to say, that this picture is not for sale. It is a portrait of my wife, and belongs to her."
"Oh, that's another matter. In that case, I'll say nothing more."