There was a lump in her throat and a smart in her eyes.

She was conscious suddenly of a fierce anger against--she did not know what, exactly; but she fancied it was against the teapot, or against Uncle William for wanting the teapot, or for _not_ wanting it--if he did not buy it.
"And so you see, I do very much wish to sell." Mrs.Greggory said then.

"Perhaps you will tell me what it would be worth to you," she concluded tremulously.
The collector's eyes glowed.

He picked up the teapot with careful rapture and examined it.

Then he turned to the tray.