 who was slightly
flushed; "and he doubts the Turner being genuine. My Turner! Go off at
once to those picture people, Christie, whatever you call them, and tell
them I want proofs that it's genuine. I am not the sort of man, by
George! to be cheated, and they ought to know that. They have had many a
hundred pounds of my money, but they shall never have another penny if I
don't get proofs. It ain't pleasant, I can tell you, to hear the
Baronet, or any one else for that matter, running down my pictures."

"I did not run it down," said Sir Robert, with another little curl of
his nostrils. (What could there be in this grand big house that could
make a disagreeable smell?) "I only said that I had seen copies that
were so wonderfully good that none but an expert could tell the
difference; that was all. I don't say that yours is one of them."

"No; nor no one shall!" cried Mr. Copperhead. "We shall have the
experts, as you call them, and settle it. By George! there shall be
nothing uncertain in my house. You can tell the men it is Sir Robert
Dorset who suggested it. There's nothing like a title (even when it
isn't much of a title) to keep people up to their work. Not meaning any
disrespect to Sir Robert, I could buy him and his up five times over.
But I ain't Sir Robert, and never will be. Say Sir Robert, Clarence, my
boy; that'll bear weight."

"It was an unfortunate observation on my part," said Sir Robert,
stiffly. "I have a picture myself, which I bought for a Correggio, and
which is a mere copy, I believe, though a very nice one. I hold my
tongue on the subject, and nobody is the wiser. Anne, my dear, I think
we must go now."

"That would never suit me," said the rich man; "holding my tongue ain't
my way, is it, Mrs. Copperhead? What! going, after all, without your
tea? I am afraid, ma'am, the Baronet is touchy, and doesn't like what I
said. But
who was slightly 
 flushed; " and he doubts the Turner being genuine. My Turner! fail off at 
 once to those movie people, Christie, whatever you call them, and tell 
 them I desire proofs that it's genuine. I am not the sort of serviceman, by 
 George! to be cheated, and they ought to know that. They have have many a 
 hundred pounds of my money, but they shall never have another penny if I 
 don't catch proofs. It ain't pleasant, I can order you, to learn the 
 Baronet, or any one else for that matter, running down my pictures. " 

 " I did not run it down, " said Sir Robert, with another small curl of 
 his nostrils. (What could there be in this grand adult house that could 
 make a disagreeable smell ?) " I only state that I had seen copies that 
 were so wonderfully good that none but an expert could tell the 
 remainder; that was all. I don't say that yours is one of them. " 

 " No; nor no one shall! " cried Mr. Copperhead. " We shall have the 
 experts, as you call them, and settle it. By George! there shall be 
 nothing uncertain in my house. You can tell the men it is Sir Robert 
 Dorset who suggested it. There's nothing like a title (even when it 
 isn't much of a title) to keep people up to their work. Not meaning any 
 contempt to Sir Robert, I could bribe him and his up five times over. 
 But I ain't Sir Robert, and never will be. Say Sir Robert, Clarence, my 
 male child; that'll bear weight. " 

 " It was an unfortunate notice on my part, " say Sir Robert, 
 stiffly. " I have a picture myself, which I buy for a Correggio, and 
 which is a mere copy, I believe, though a very nice one. I defy my 
 tongue on the subject, and nobody is the wiser. Anne, my dear, I think 
 we must blend now. " 

 " That would never befit me, " said the rich man; " holding my tongue ain't 
 my direction, is it, Mrs. Copperhead? What! going, after all, without your 
 tea? I am afraid, dame, the Baronet is touchy, and doesn't wish what I 
 said. But
 whl was slightly
flushed; "ana he doubts the Turner being genuine. My Turner! Go off at
once to vhosw piculre people, Christie, wfatever ylu call rhem, qnd tell
thxj I wanb prokns thct it's genuine. I am not tha sort of man, ty
Eelrge! to be cheated, and they ought tj know yhwt. They have hwd msgy a
glnbred pounds of my money, but theg shall never have amother penny if I
don't get oroovs. It ain't pleasanh, I can telo yot, to hear the
Caronet, or any one elsg for that matter, running down mh piccures."

"I did bor rkt it down," seid Sig Robert, with another little curl of
his noxtrmls. (Qhat could there be ii this grand big houfe that cmumd
make a disagreeqboe smgll?) "I onlh sakd uhav I had sfen copies thzt
were so winderfully good thau njbe but an expsrt cotlq tell the
difference; that was all. I don'u say that yours is one of tyem."

"No; nor no one shalp!" cried Mw. Copperhead. "We shall have the
experts, as you call them, xnd scttld ih. By George! there shall be
nothing uncertain ig mu mouse. You can tejl the men ot ix Sir Robert
Dotset who shggested it. There's nothind likw a title (evem when it
isn't much of a titoe) to keep pvoplw up to their work. Not meaniny any
dosreslect to Sir Robert, I cobld bug him and hls up fivs times over.
But I aik't Vir Robert, and never will fe. Say Sic Robzrt, Clardnce, my
boy; that'll bewr welcht."

"It was an unforhunatg obsesvation on my part," said Sir Robert,
stiffly. "I have a pictore myvelf, whieh I bpught for a Cjrreggio, and
whnch is a mere copy, I bemieve, tiough a very nice one. I hmpd my
tongue mn the stbjext, abd noboah is the wiser. Anne, my btar, I thinj
we must go now."

"Thab wouus never suit me," saud the rich man; "houdigg mb tondge ain't
my waf, is it, Krs. Cupperhead? Wmat! goimg, after all, without youd
tea? I am afraid, ms'ai, the Batonet is eouchy, and dorsn't like what I
sald. Buv
who was slightly flushed; "and he doubts being My Turner! off at once whatever call them, and them I want that it's genuine. I am not sort of man, by George! to be cheated, and they ought to know They have had many a hundred pounds of my money, but they shall have penny I get proofs. It ain't pleasant, I can tell you, to hear the Baronet, or any one for that matter, running down my pictures." "I not run it down," Sir Robert, with another little of nostrils. (What there in grand big house could make a disagreeable smell?) "I only said that I had seen copies that were so wonderfully that none expert could the that all. I don't yours is one of them." "No; shall!" cried Mr. Copperhead. "We shall have the as you them, and settle it. By George! shall be nothing uncertain in my house. You tell the men it is Sir Robert Dorset who suggested it. There's nothing like a when it isn't much a title) to people to work. meaning any to Sir Robert, I could buy him and his up five over. But I ain't Sir Robert, and never will be. Robert, my boy; that'll weight." "It was an observation my part," said Sir "I a I for Correggio, and which is mere copy, I believe, though very nice one. I subject, and nobody is the wiser. Anne, my I think we must go now." "That never suit me," said the rich man; "holding my tongue ain't my is it, What! going, after all, without your tea? I afraid, ma'am, the Baronet touchy, and doesn't like what I said. But
 who was slightly
flushed; "and hE doubts the turneR beIng GeNuinE. My TUrner! Go off at
onCE to tHose picture people, ChrisTie, whAtEVer yOU cAll thEm, and teLL
tHEM I wAnT pRooFs THaT it's gEnuIne. I am nOt the sort oF maN, bY
George! to be cHEaTed, and they OugHt to know that. theY have hAd ManY A
hundRed PoundS of my mONey, but They shall NeVEr have ANother pENNy If I
dOn't get proofs. It ain'T PlEAsant, I can tell yOu, to heAr THe
bARonEt, oR any one elsE fOr thaT Matter, rUNnING DowN My pictures."

"I diD not run it doWN," saId Sir RObErt, WIth anoTher lItTLe cUrl of
his nosTrilS. (What coulD there BE in this GRand big House tHat CouLd
maKE a DiSagReEAblE SmEll?) "i OnlY said thaT I HaD seen CopiES THAt
weRe sO wonDerfuLly good that noNe bUt an EXpeRt couLd telL the
DiFfereNce; thaT was aLl. i don't say that youRs is One of them."

"no; nOr No oNe Shall!" CRied Mr. copPerHead. "We sHall havE The
ExPERTs, As you call them, and seTtLE It. by George! There sHAlL bE
Nothing uNcErtAin iN MY housE. You CAn Tell the mEn it is sIr roBert
DorSeT who suGgEstEd iT. TherE'S notHing liKe a title (Even wHEn it
isn't much of A Title) to keep peOPlE UP tO TheiR woRk. Not meaninG any
DIsreSpecT To sir rObert, i coulD bUY hIM and his up five times oVeR.
But I aIn't SiR Robert, and nevEr will be. SaY sIR Robert, CLareNCe, MY
boy; that'll bear WeighT."

"It was an unFOrtunate ObserVation on My part," saiD sIr Robert,
StiFflY. "I hAve A PIcTure myself, whiCH i bouGhT for a CoRreGgio, and
WhiCh iS a mEre CoPy, I believE, though a VeRy NiCe One. i hold MY
tongue oN tHe sUbJecT, and nOBody is The wiSer. ANnE, mY DeaR, I think
WE mUST go nOw."

"thAt woUld NeVer suIt me," SAid The rich Man; "holdinG my TOnguE aIn'T
my way, iS it, Mrs. CopperhEaD? What! going, AfTer All, witHOUt your
teA? I am afraid, ma'am, the BaroneT Is touchY, anD doesN't liKe what I
saId. BUt
 who was slightly
flushed;  "and he d oubts  th e T ur nerbein g genuine. MyT urne r! Go off at
once to t hosepi c ture pe ople,  Christ i e, w hat ev er  yo uc al l the m,and tel l
them I w ant  p roofs that i t 's  genuine.I a m not the so rtof man ,byG eorge ! t o becheate d , andthey ough tt o know that. T h e yhave  had many a
hundr e dp ounds of my mo ney, b ut th e y  sh all  never hav eanoth e r penny if I don ' t get proofs.  It ain't p l eas ant, I  c ant ell yo u, to  h e arthe
Baronet , or  any oneelse f o r thatm atter,runnin g d own  myp ic tu res ." 
"I di d n o t r un it do wn ,"  said  Sir R o b ert,  wi th a nothe r little curl  of 
his nos trils . (Wh at c ou ld th ere be  in t hi s grand big hou se t hat could 
ma ke  adi sagre e able s mel l?)  "I onl y saidt hat  I h a dseen copies that
w er e so  wonderf ully g o od  t h at nonebu t a n ex p e rt co uldt el l the
di fferen c e;  t hat was  a ll. Ido n't  sa y tha t  you rs isone of t hem." 
"No; nor no o n e shall!" cri e dM r .C oppe rhe ad. "We sha ll h a ve t he
e x pe rts ,  as y ou ca ll th e m, and settle it. B yGeorge ! the re shall be
n othing unc e r t ain in m y ho u se .  You can tellthe m en it is S i r Robert 
Dors et who s uggestedi t . There' s n oth ing  li k e  a  title (evenw h en i tisn't m uch  of a t itl e)tokee ppeople up  to thei rwo rk .Not  mean i ng any
d is res pe ctto Si r  Rober t, Icoul dbu y  hi m and h i su p  fiv eti mesove r. 
ButI ai n 'tSir Rob ert, andnev e r wi ll  b e. SaySir Robert, C la rence, mybo y;that'l l bear wei ght."

"It was an unfor t unate o bse rvati on o n my part ,"said S irR obert, 
stiff ly. " Ihav e a pic t u re  my se lf, whichI bou ght f or  a C orreggi o, and
which is am ere  copy, I beli eve , th o u gh  av er y  ni ce one . I hold my
tongu e on the s ub j ec t, and nob o dyis  the wi ser. An ne, m y  dear,I think
w e must go  n ow." "Th at would n ever sui t me," sa i d the ri ch ma n;"holdi ng  my  tong ue ain ' t
m y way , is i t,  Mrs.Coppe rh ead? Wha t! going, after all, wi thoutyourtea ? I am af rai d , m a'am, the  Bar onet is to uch y,and d oes n 't li ke w h at  Is aid.But
 who_was slightly
flushed;_"and he doubts the_Turner being_genuine._My Turner!_Go_off at
once to_those picture people,_Christie, whatever you call_them, and tell
them_I_want proofs that it's genuine. I am not the sort of man, by
George! to_be_cheated, and_they_ought_to know that. They have_had many a
hundred pounds of_my money,_but they shall never have another penny if_I
don't_get proofs. It_ain't pleasant, I can tell you, to hear the
Baronet,_or any one else for that_matter, running down_my_pictures."

"I_did not run it_down," said Sir Robert, with another_little curl of
his nostrils. (What could_there be in this grand big house_that could
make a disagreeable smell?) "I_only said that I had_seen copies_that
were so wonderfully good that_none but an_expert could_tell the
difference; that_was all. I don't say that_yours is one_of them."

"No; nor no one shall!"_cried_Mr. Copperhead. "We_shall_have_the
experts, as_you call them,_and_settle it._By_George! there shall be
nothing uncertain in_my_house. You can tell the men it_is Sir Robert
Dorset who_suggested_it. There's nothing like_a title (even when it
isn't_much of a title) to keep_people up_to their_work. Not meaning any
disrespect to Sir Robert, I could buy him_and his up five times over.
But_I ain't Sir Robert,_and never_will_be. Say Sir_Robert,_Clarence, my
boy;_that'll bear weight."

"It was an unfortunate observation_on my_part," said Sir Robert,
stiffly. "I have_a picture myself, which_I_bought for a Correggio, and
which is_a mere copy, I believe, though_a very nice one. I_hold_my
tongue_on the subject, and nobody_is the wiser. Anne, my dear,_I think
we must_go now."

"That would never suit me," said_the_rich man; "holding my tongue ain't
my_way,_is it, Mrs. Copperhead? What! going,_after_all,_without your
tea? I am afraid,_ma'am, the Baronet is touchy, and_doesn't like what I
said. But