"What is it worth, father?" she asked, concealing as well as she could what she felt.
"Worth? it's worth anything you please. It is glorious, Dolly!"
"I work for money," she said archly.
"Upon my word, you could turn a pretty penny if you did. This is capital work," said he, turning to Lawrence. "If this had been done on ivory, now"——
"I did a likeness of Mr. St. Leger for his mother—that was on ivory. She sent me ten pounds for it."
"Ten pounds to her. To anybody else, I should say it was worth twenty,—well," said Mr. Copley.
"So I say, sir," Lawrence answered. "I am going to pay that price for my copy."
"Then will you pay me twenty pounds, sir?"
"I?" said Mr. Copley. "Not exactly, Dolly! I am not made of money, like your friend Lawrence here. Wish I could, and you should have it."
"Will you get me customers, then, father?"