“Yes, that’s pretty neat,” concurred Gretry. “He’s sure got a gait on. Lord, what a lot of accoutrements those French fellows stick on. Now our boys would chuck about three-fourths of that truck before going into action.⁠ ⁠… Queer way these artists work,” he went on, peering close to the canvas. “Look at it close up and it’s just a lot of little daubs, but you get off a distance”⁠—he drew back, cocking his head to one side⁠—“and you see now. Hey⁠—see how the thing bunches up. Pretty neat, isn’t it?” He turned from the picture and rolled his eyes about the room.

“Well, well,” he murmured. “This certainly is the real thing, J. I suppose, now, it all represents a pretty big pot of money.”