He's simply been playing a game with me up to now." And he said aloud, "I don't know that I _advise_ you to do anything.

I'm not a dealer, Mr.
Oxford." He said it in a hostile tone that ought to have silenced Mr.Oxford for ever, but it did not.

Mr.Oxford curved away, like a skater into a new figure, and began to expatiate minutely upon the merits of the Volterra picture.

He analyzed it in so much detail, and lauded it with as much justice, as though the picture was there before them.

Priam was astonished at the man's exactitude.