Charles. Do you like Wedgewood?
Thief. Yes, where is it? [Looks at it.] No.
Clara. This darling hawthorne vase—
Thief. Please take it away. It isn't hawthorne.
Charles. I suppose Cloisonné—
Thief. If they were any of them what you call them. But they aren't.
Charles. Well, if you'd consider burnt wood. That's a genuine burn.
Thief. Nothing short of cremation would do it justice. Of course I've got to take one of them, if they're all you've got. But honestly, there isn't one genuine thing in this house, except Charles—and—and the ham sandwich.
Clara [takes miniature from cabinet]. I wonder if you would treasure this as I do. It's very dear to me. It's grandmother—
Thief [suspiciously]. Grandmother again?