Look here, Beaton, when your natural-gas man gets to the picture-buying stage in his development, just remember your old friends, will you?
You know, Miss Vance, those new fellows have their regular stages.

They never know what to do with their money, but they find out that people buy pictures, at one point.

They shut your things up in their houses where nobody comes, and after a while they overeat themselves--they don't know what, else to do--and die of apoplexy, and leave your pictures to a gallery, and then they see the light.

It's slow, but it's pretty sure.

Well, I see Beaton isn't going to move on, as he ought to do; and so I must.