"Oh, that's what he is," said old Mr. Norris, when he had examined it closely. "I see. He keeps a sort of second-hand shop, and goes and gives himself the airs of a lord, and says, 'I'm an antiquarian.' Antiquarian indeed!"
"He bought one or two things from the cottages and farms when he was here last," Rupert went on. "He's keen on anything like an oak chest, especially if it's carved a bit, and he'll give a lot of money for a bureau, as he calls it, a desk with a number of little drawers in it like yours, father, in the corner there. He'll be after that one soon, you see if he isn't. He'd give a good price for that, I would say."
"He'll be after it a long time before he gets it," said the old man with a chuckle. "Let him try, Rupert, let him try."