[How dare she question his pristine memory, which is definitely untouched by boxed wine? Lorenz Hellman Gloucester would never forget what he does with a poem, especially when he doesn't like it! Damn!]

Oh, do you think so? [but he's still fool enough to fall for a compliment—] I'm sure that person is a better judge than me, the poet himself...

[Hildaaaa... ah, but this banter is immediately over the second he spots Sylvain. Were he an impolite man, he would shatter his wine glass instantly.]

Hilda. You must place a bid. As soon as possible, please.