I racked that section of my brain which is meant to store people, but it transmitted no reply. She squeezed past waiters and guests and had reached me before I had a chance to ask anyone who she was.
I waved back, realizing I knew the face, but I was unable to place it. She waved to me across a crowded room at the St. And the base? That was acquired by an American gentleman of not unknown parentage for twenty-two thousand guineas. At the auction at Sotheby’s that Thursday morning I obtained the little Emperor for seven hundred and twenty guineas. The expert turned out to be right in his assessment.
“What am I bid for this magnificent example of…?” “Lot Number 103,” announced the auctioneer. It’s quite magnificent, fifteenth century, undoubtedly a work of genius, I can’t imagine how…” “The base?” repeated Alex, turning round to face the Orientalist.
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