Sam winced, but "His Finance" either did not hear it or supposed it was
some art-slang common to such a place.

"This another?" he inquired, fixing his glasses in place and hending
down closer to the Monet.

"No--that's out of another refrigerator," remarked Jack, carelessly--not
a smile on his face.

"Rather a neat thing," continued the Moneybags. "Looks just like a place
up in Somesbury where I was born--same old pasture. What's the price?"

"It isn't for sale," answered Jack, in a decided tone.

"Not for sale?"

"No."

"Well, I rather like it," and he bent down closer, "and, if you can fix
a figure, I might----"

"I can't fix a figure, for it isn't for sale. I didn't paint it--it's
one of Monet's."

"Belongs to you--don't it?"

"Yes--belongs to me."

"Well, how about a thousand dollars for it?"