"What expert will you send to catalogue and appraise it?"
"I could go."
"You!" he said, surprised and smiling.
"That is my profession."
"I knew, of course, that it was your father's. But I never supposed that you——"
"Did you wish to have an appraisement made, Mr. Desboro?" she interrupted dryly.
"Why, yes, I suppose so. Otherwise, I wouldn't know what to ask for anything."
"Have you really decided to sell that superb collection?" she demanded.
"What else can I do?" he inquired gayly. "I suppose the Museum ought to have it, but I can't afford to give it away or to keep it. In other words—and brutal ones—I need money."
She said gravely: "I am sorry."