He looked up to behold James quite unable to control his emotions. The lever in which he had trusted was elevating Posy’s father to sublime heights. By a stroke of genius Quinney had challenged the attention of a millionaire collector, who might entrust so honest a man with commissions involving tens of thousands of pounds. His bluff had been called in Posy’s presence, Posy who was staring at her father with wonder in her eyes. For one moment he was tempted to throw prudence to the winds, and proclaim the fraud. But—would he be believed now? "Is this young man ill?" asked Jordan. "Oh no," said Quinney. "He’s upset, that’s what he is, and no wonder! I’ll say this for him, he’s a clever lad; and he always had his doubts about them chairs, didn’t you, James?" "Yes," replied the unhappy James, "but——" "That’ll do, my boy. Take away that chair. I feel ill when I look at it. Case it up. We’ll send the lot back to Ireland this afternoon." James picked up the chair and retreated in disorder, outplayed at all points. "The needlework is beautiful," said Jordan. "Nothing more to be said," remarked Quinney genially. He chuckled, rubbing his hands together, glancing slyly at Posy and Susan. Jordan was tremendously impressed. Here was a little man, obviously without much education, who had achieved a distinctive position as a dealer in the world’s greatest mart. And he was plucky enough to face a heavy monetary loss and a still heavier blow to his _amour propre_ as a connoisseur with—chucklings. Jordan loved a good loser. Hunsaker put into vivid words the thoughts passing through Jordan’s mind: "Nothing more to be said!" he repeated. "I’ve something to say, and I want to get it off my chest quick. You’re a dead square man, Mr. Quinney, and, by thunder, I’ll make it my business that you don’t lose by this. My friends are going to hear of you, sir. And some of ’em will weigh in downstairs with cheques as big as this." He waved the slip of paper excitedly. "I ain’t sure that I ought to take this. I bought the chairs after careful examination. I wanted to buy them, and you were not over keen about selling. I remember that." "I couldn’t let you have those chairs, Mr. Hunsaker. Tear up that cheque!" "I’m hanged if I will! I want to take back to Hunsaker a souvenir of a great morning. Can’t you let me have something else for this?" Then Quinney added the last touch. "Yes, by Gum! I can. And I’ll leave it to Mr. Jordan. You can have anything in this room you fancy at a price to be set on it by him." Hunsaker threw back his broad shoulders and laughed. There was a whiff of the New Mexico plains in his general air, a breezy freshness captivating to see. At that moment Quinney regretted nothing. He beheld an honest man, and was warmed to the core. "Anything?" repeated Hunsaker. He glanced about him, and for one moment his eyes rested upon Posy. "Anything," Quinney reaffirmed.