Lucy. Of course! a score of people.
Tom. It’d take a score. (crosses to easel)
Lucy. (turns to Tom) It is by Sir Clarence Gibbs, the Royal Academician, and it cost five hundred guineas.
Tom. Ah! If I could only paint like that. (looks at portrait)
Lucy. (looking at picture) Perhaps you will in time.
Tom. Never. I may deteriorate, but I shall never be as bad as that. (looking at picture) Now, look at this aggravating thing. After all my trouble you can positively tell what it’s meant for. (Ned rises and joins them)
Lucy. Yes, two knights, on horseback, fighting.
Ned. What are you going to call it?
Tom. The Silver Shield.