Emma. "I never saw anything like it. Isn't it charming, Edwin, darling? It would do very well for the back window of the pink bedroom—you know there's the chimney of the gas-factory, and the preparatory school for boys just opposite."
Edwin. "Precisely so, dear. Put it with the other things."
Emma. "Oh, what dear funny chairs."
Shopman. "They're the latest discovery in Gothic manufactures; copied from a rare hieroglyphic on the tomb of Cheops. The Earl of Peckham has six dozen exactly similar."
An Art Toilet-table.
Edwin. "Very peculiar—they will do for the hall. What is this, pray? It looks like a cross between an altar and a sideboard."
Shopman. "Excuse me, sir, that is a washing-stand—the only one of the kind. It was made for the Grand Duke Skrubisknosklenoff, but his lamented death has left it on our hands. We can let you have it a great bargain."
Emma (ecstatically). "Oh, darling Edwin, do have it, dear."
Shopman. "Thank you, sir. Here is a dressing-table, madam, that will just match with it. It was made from a design of Lord Waltzaghane, one of the first masters in point of art of the Young England School, and is universally admired. May I include it with the other articles, sir? I'm sure you'll like it."