"Well"—Lord John was but briefly baffled—"when the picture's his you can't help its doing what it can and what it will for him anywhere!"
"Then it isn't his yet," the elder man retorted—"and I promise you never will be if he has sent you to me with his big drum!"
Lady Sandgate turned sadly on this to her associate in patience, as if the case were now really beyond them. "Yes, how indeed can it ever become his if Theign simply won't let him pay for it?"
Her question was unanswerable. "It's the first time in all my life I've known a man feel insulted, in such a piece of business, by happening not to be, in the usual way, more or less swindled!"
"Theign is unable to take it in," her ladyship explained, "that—as I've heard it said of all these money-monsters of the new type—Bender simply can't afford not to be cited and celebrated as the biggest buyer who ever lived."
"Ah, cited and celebrated at my expense—say it at once and have it over, that I may enjoy what you all want to do to me!"
"The dear man's inimitable—at his 'ex-
