"I think you'll admit, Mr.
Graham, that this proves that Mr.Hunt is not now painting accidents." "You're right." The mask suddenly dropped from Mr.Graham's face; he was no longer merely an art merchant; he was also an art enthusiast.

"Hunt has struck something bold and fresh, and I think I can put him over.
I'll try that scheme you mentioned.

Tell me where I can find him and I'll see him at once." "That picture has got to be sold before I give you his address.

No use seeing him until then; he'd laugh at you, and not listen to anything.
He's sore at the world; thinks it doesn't understand him.

An actual sale would be the only argument that would have weight with him." "All right--I'll buy the picture myself.