EBAG. But I do. It's the reputation of the greatest expert in Europe.
And I shall have to insist on you going into the witness-box.
CARVE. (Horrified.) Me in the witness-box! Me cross-examined! No.
That's always been my nightmare!
EBAG. Nevertheless--
CARVE. Please go. (Commandingly.) Please go.
(EBAG, intimidated by CARVE'S demeanour, picks up his pictures
to depart.)
EBAG. (At door.) Your wife will perhaps be good enough to post me a
receipt for that trifle. (Very respectfully.) Good-morning.
(Exit, R.)
(CARVE goes to door, L., and opens it. JANET is standing
behind it.)
(Enter JANET.)
CARVE. You've been listening?
JANET. (Counting her banknotes.) Well, naturally! (Putting notes in
her purse.)
CARVE. Here's a perfect Hades of a mess.
JANET. And it all comes of this painting. Art as it's called. (She
finds her apron and puts it on.)
CARVE. (With an air of discovery.) Your faculty for keeping calm
really is most singular.
JANET.
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