'Horrible!'—groaned the Earl of This-and-that.
'Abominable!'—growled his Highness of Touch-me-not.
'What will you take for it?'—said the artist.
'A thousand pounds'—said I, sitting down.
'A thousand pounds?'—he inquired, turning the nose to the light.
'Precisely'—said I.
'Beautiful!'—said he, looking at the nose.
'A thousand pounds'—said I, twisting it to one side.
'Admirable!'—said he.
'A thousand pounds'—said I.