IN THE CENTRAL HALL.

_A Potential Purchaser (meeting a friend)._ Ha--just come in to take a

look round, eh? So did I. Fact is--(_with a mixture of importance

and apology_) I rather thought of _buying_ a picture here, if I see

anything that takes my _fancy_--y' know.

_His Friend (impressed)._ Not many who can afford to throw money away

on pictures, these hard times!

_The P. P. (anxious to disclaim any idea of recklessness)._ Just the

time to pick 'em up cheap, if you know what you're about. And you see,

we've had the drawing-room done up, and the wife wants something to

fill up the space over her writing-table, between the fireplace and

one of the windows. She was to have met me here, but she couldn't turn

up, so I shall have to do it all myself--unless you'll come and help

me through with it?

_His Friend._ Oh, if I can be of any use--What sort of thing do you

want?

_The P. P._ Well, that's the difficulty. She says it must match the

new paper. I've brought a bit in my pocket with me. His Friend. Then

you can't go _very_ far wrong!

_The P. P._ I don't know. It's a sort of paper that--here, I'd better

show it you. (_He produces a sample of fiery and untamed colour._)

That'll give you an _idea_ of it.

_His Friend (inspecting it dubiously)._ Um--yes. I see you'll have to

be _careful_.

_The P. P._ Careful, my dear fellow! I assure you I've been all

through the Academy, and there wasn't a thing there that could stand

it for a single moment--not even the R.A.'s!

[_They enter the West Room._

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