We entered the shop and demanded the price of the caricature.
"Ten dollars," was the reply.
"Have you the audacity," said I, "to demand such a sum for a daub like this?"
"I have."
"And how do you rate its value so high?"
"By the demand for it. I have not an article in my shop that commands so ready a sale. Those who buy know the intrinsic value of the picture better than I do. I only judge of it by the price which it will bring"—said the fellow with a roguish smile, which tempted me to knock him down.
"Well," said I, "you have killed the golden goose this time, or I am mistaken. You shall not sell another of them if I can prevent it."
"Oh I have no fear of that. The lady herself will buy them, rather than allow them to hang long in my window."
"You are an impertinent varlet, and I trust will be chastised as you deserve."
I should have said more; but Nichols hurried me away, lest my hot temper should get me into some awkward scrape—and we walked to Fenella's lodgings.