But Monsieur Bossuet was muttering, "Charming... charming... more than charming: form, line, colour, strength, major talent..." Then abruptly, "I will give you fifty thousand francs for this picture. Will he sell, your friend in Montmartre? Are you authorised to sell this picture?"
Fifty thousand francs! Would he sell! Were we authorised to sell? Jean-Jacques had never sold a picture in his life.
From THE PICTURE, a short story published posthumously. You can read a review of this story here.