"About your picture?" Hugh betrayed on this head a graceless detachment. "You too then want to sell?"
Oh she righted herself. "Never to a private party!"
"Mr. Bender's not after it?" he asked—though scarce lighting his reluctant interest with a forced smile.
"Most intensely after it. But never," cried the proprietress, "to a bloated alien!"
"Then I applaud your patriotism. Only why not," he asked, "carrying that magnanimity a little further, set us all an example as splendid as the object itself?"
"Give it you for nothing?" She threw up shocked hands. "Because I'm an aged female pauper and can't make every sacrifice."
Hugh pretended—none too convincingly—to think. "Will you let them have it very cheap?"
"Yes—for less than such a bribe as Bender's."
"Ah," he said expressively, "that might be, and still———!"
Well, she had a flare of fond confidence. "I'll find out what he'll offer—if you'll on your side do what you can—and then ask them a
