Fenn: Miss Hale, my condolences. Your uncle had remarkable taste, although I fear most of it was in his own head.
Clara: He loved this house.
Fenn: Of course. Sentiment is a beautiful thing, and I would never put a price on it. For the contents, however, I can offer five hundred pounds.
Clara: Five hundred? For everything?
Fenn: Everything of interest. A few chairs, some china and so on. The rest is, frankly, clutter.
Clara: I see. And the picture by the door?
Fenn: That? A dreadful little thing. I wouldn't hang it in a cupboard.
Clara: You have looked at it four times since you came in.
Fenn: Have I? Professional habit. One notices frames.
Clara: Then I shall keep it, as sentiment.
Fenn: Naturally. Although, to save you the trouble of carrying it, I could take it for, let us say, fifty pounds.
Clara: Fifty. A moment ago it was worthless.
Fenn: It remains worthless, in a general sense.
Clara: How reassuring. I think I will have it valued, for a laugh.
Fenn: Please do. And if the laugh is expensive, you know where I am.
Fiction note: All people, places and events in this dialogue are fictional.