[Harold Brittling, an artist, is looking at a painting on the Rumpoles' living room wall]
Harold Brittling: What's this objet d'art?
Hilda Rumpole: [proudly] Oh that's a watercolour of Lamorna Cove, done by my old school friend Dodo MacIntosh. She lives in the West Country and she has sent in to the Royal Academy on more than one occasion. Do you like it, Mr...
Harold Brittling: Harold. The point is, Hilda, do *you* like it?
Hilda Rumpole: Oh I think it's rather fine. Beautiful, in fact. The way that Dodo has caught the shadow on those rocks.
Harold Brittling: If you think it's fine and beautiful, Hilda, then that's what it is to you.
Harold Brittling: [turning to Horace] To her it's worth a fortune. The fact that, to me, it looks rather like a blob of budgerigar's vomit is neither here nor there. You pay for what *you* think is beautiful.