I've only got that one left that I showed you this morning, and I've been wondering whether I should stick to it and wait for a possible further rise, or sell it at once." "How much can you sell it for ?" Priam mumbled.
"I don't mind telling you," said Mr.Oxford, "that I fancy I could sell it for a couple of thousand.

It's rather small, but it's one of the finest in existence." "I should sell it," said Priam, scarcely audible.
"You would?
Well, perhaps you're right.

It's a question, in my mind, whether some other painter may not turn up one of these days who would do that sort of thing even better than Farll did it.

I could imagine the possibility of a really clever man coming along and imitating Farll so well that only people like yourself, _maitre_, and perhaps me, could tell the difference.

It's just the kind of work that might be brilliantly imitated, if the imitator was clever enough, don't you think ?" "But what do you mean ?" asked Priam, perspiring in his back.
"Well," said Mr.Oxford vaguely, "one never knows.